Chained Wolf Novels & Stories

Kian clenched the chain, furious. “She isn’t a wolf. She’s a mistake. Broken blood. And today she’ll learn she cannot be ruled by instinct.” The chain’s light flared. Pain slammed across my chest; tears sprang to my eyes, but I didn’t let a sound escape. My heart hammered, my wolf screamed—and then something happened. Zane’s voice didn’t speak, but I felt it. Something inside. A deep, low rumble not spoken by his mouth, but by his wolf.

In a dimly lit cave a sense of foreboding engulfed me as the wolf's intense eyes locked onto mine. Underneath its ferocity I detected a familiar undertone a secret teetering on the brink of revelation. "Are you the Chained Wolf from the legends?" I asked my voice barely audible. The wolf's mouth curved into a human-like grin. In front of me it shimmered and morphed into a human form. My heart raced he resembled the being that had earlier possessed Rafe.

“All I could find.” Chris dislodged the female on his lap so he could stand and approached the wolf. Without announcing anything, he took the chains in his bare hands. “What are you doing!” the gloved wolf cried, prompting anyone that wasn’t looking to turn their way. “Summat we don’ tell people,” Chris slurred, wrapping the chain around his arm. “Whatever, you didn’t get silver!” a blonde male announced, approaching him. He grabbed hold of the chain confidently only to let out a cry of agony, whipping his hand back, “What the fuck, dude?!”

Protecting the coven is at the top of their priority. The next are the werewolves, who are considered as children of the moon. They are birthed through a stone given by the Goddess herself. They come in packs and are loyal. But of course, there are instances where some may go feral because not everyone can handle the feeling of breaking all the bones in their bodies whenever they transition and being chained up. These feral wolves are something to look out for during full moons. Those who choose not to have a pack are called lone wolves. He had never seen one before. He rarely leaves the coven back then because a witch is pretty useless without his magic.

To clear Danjuma's surprise and ease his worry, I decided to tell him why. "Rogues don't just attack. According to the books I have read, they are usually broken and hide most of the time. Someone must have put them upon to this, to force the hunters to attack werewolf packs and I want to know who." I said, and Danjuma understood my reasons and nodded. Akio finally arrived with the chain, and he tied up the rogue. They wanted to call Gavin, but I stopped them. It was my catch anyway. I would decide what to do to them. The bastard had shifted back to his human form. I picked up my phone and called Oscar.

Saffy sneezed again as she sat on the sofa. “You can’t be allergic to Silver because you’re…never mind,” Jack didn’t finish his statement. One thing at a time. At least Saffy should get used to him and Silver before telling her she was a wolf and witch hybrid. Silver could smell her wolf, even though it was without form at the moment. Jack knew too that Saffron was his mate. Jack couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he wanted to run his fingers through her long, silky black hair. He would love to cage her naked body under his naked body and to stroke her soft skin and make her scream his name.

The wolf began to wheeze and cough, the blood ran black and he looked up to the direction that Simmeon stood looking mortified, Simmeon then looked at me confused and I sent him a small wave and smile before mindlinking him ( check mate Simmeon ) his eyes opened wide and he ran off towards the lodgings no doubt about to check Turas room. Axel ran over and grabbed Turas wolf by the neck and held on as he whimpered and choked, the tellt ale sounds of bone breaking and rearranged to reveal his haggard and nude body who hurriedly tapped on Axels arm and Axel released the choke hold and help him up by the neck and roared in his face before once again throwing him out of the ring and he landed at

" Look they have a small electric current running through our chains that is how we don't have our powers and let me guess you can't talk to Dax or your wolf?" "How did you know?" "The chains also have silver in them which suppress the wolf." "Why isn't it burning me?" "That I do not know it is either a very small amount or it might be something to do with your elf side." "Well we need to think of something I'm not going down without a fight. How many are there? Where are we? How long have we been here?"

he murmured in a low voice which only I heard. “I love you too, baby.” I smile cutely. Now looking at my happy, warm family, who would say I was a kidnapped bride of my mafia husband, who chained me with his possessive love? ✍ ****END***** ✍

"I didn't know. I didn't know any of this." *Now you do,* the wolf said. *Now you carry them too.* ~~ The chains led him, finally, into a massive circular chamber at the prison's heart, and there Caierre stopped walking entirely, breath gone from his lungs. Chains as thick as tree trunks stretched across the space, anchored into walls that must have been built specifically to hold them, converging on a single point at the chamber's center. A wolf. Colossal, black as the dark around it, its body wrapped in more chain than Caierre could count, scars tracing over scars across every visible inch of it, old wounds layered over older ones like the whole massive body had spent centuries being hurt