Chained Wolf Novels & Stories

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

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

Sleek and white. The crowd cheered as she circled me,her growls low and menacing. I clenched my fists,feeling the faint stir of my wolf beneath my skin. “She's weak.” Ethan growled behind me “ she doesn't belong here,and never will.” His words were like fuel to flame. Rage overwhelmed me,and I felt the fire of my wolf ignite once more. I closed my eyes,praying that my wolf will answer me,and this time,she did. Power surged through me,and when I opened my eyes,the crowd gasped. My red fur shimmered,my claws extended like sharp blades.

Just for a few seconds I opened my eyes as my eyes goes dark. He realized that I'm turning to something else so he quickly attacked me. "Kiss my power!" I shouted to him as he was rushing me and a group of birds appears from nowhere. The both of us was covered by this troop of birds. After a few minute they were all gone and I found the wolf man wounded. He was damaged, he was left with no eyes, his skin was like it was burnt with fire. He stood firm and steady as I groaned placing my hands at my wound as I was still feeling weak.

She asked him. Lydia folded her arms across her chest as she waited for him to give her a tangible explanation to his words. "I am Alpha Tristan, the Alpha of the shadow moon pack and the most feared Alpha. When the moon goddess placed a curse on my father and I, not only were we cursed but she blessed us with strength too. If I howl in my wolf form, I can bet you that they will come into formation," Tristan said.

“Of course, you know how being a late bloomer sucks the life out of you. What makes this new?” “It’s getting worse. And If care is not taken, anything might happen. She is worried sick about what it might mean. You know what I mean, being without a wolf for the rest of your life. If she is unable to shift and find her mate before the Carmella, she would be banished or married off to churn up hybrids for some Western beast” “It doesn’t mean shit. She only reads too much into things. She should wait. I know how it feels, I felt the same way while waiting for that beast of a man. Remember?’’

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you