Chained Wolf Novels & Stories

“Fuck! I thought that wolf was harmless!” “That's not important right now, listen,” Knox muttered gazing at the chain they used in bonding them. He has tried breaking free from it several times, but it looks like this wasn't an ordinary chain. Of course, it wasn't! Alec has chosen a chain they usually use in locking up werewolves who have lost their human side and are living based on their feral primal instinct. When Rakel realized the number of Rogues heading their way, he cursed. “Damn it, we need to get out of here! Get this thing off me, vampire!” He hissed as his skin burned.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

" 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?"

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

SOUNDTRACK: To the Wolves by Stitched up Heart and Escape the Fate. (WARNING: Explicit lyrics.) ***** ~ Cain ~ My entire body trembled as my wolf surged forward overcome by the desire for Kelsie and rage against this pup who had hurt her and wouldn’t stop pushing into her space. There was a chaotic moment in my mind where I imagined the satisfaction of yanking that door open and tearing out his throat. But Kelsie, with her beautiful legs still wrapped around my waist, took my face in both her hands and turned me to face her, holding eye-contact as she tried to whisper through her heaving breath.

His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl. Being born from a powerful alpha like their father, as well as a strong-willed and outspoken woman as a mother, all three Knox siblings were born as an alpha and to say the least, it had led to an interesting family dinner, one of which is far more than enough to give their parents a headache for a lifetime.

"Steel Serpents have the high ground here. Twenty wolves, three snipers. They're dug in with heavy weapons." He shifts to the eastern valley. "Crimson Riders are here. Thirty wolves, mostly close-combat specialists. They're the muscle." South highway shows next. "Black Chain controls the road. Twenty-five wolves. They've got bikes and trucks for rapid response." Finally, the western creek. "Devil's Bones are the smallest group. Fifteen wolves, but they're sadistic bastards and are torture specialists." "That's ninety wolves accounted for." Cass does the math. "Where are the other hundred and ten?"

Wolves are pack animals, but in these meetings, every one is out for its own throat. Wren sits chained to the stone bench at the center, a focal point designed to amplify shame. They left her wrists raw with the old silver, the kind that bites and lingers even after the cuffs come off. She’s hunched, head down, the mop of her hair hiding most of her face. I tell myself I’m glad I can’t see her eyes, that it makes this easier.

she said shortly, raising her voice at the last bit of the word, making it sound sarcastic. I looked around and there were just one window, a table and a chair below it. Nothing more. Since I was still stuck in chains I wondered why they kept me in them. "May I ask why you are keeping me locked in these?" I lifted my feet as I stood up from the corner and pointed at the chains. "Sometimes certain werewolves get uncontrollable so we keep them in chains until they start getting used to their wolf. Most of us become werewolves first but if we remain pure we become wolf meaning we would be more in control and more gentle," she explained.

She was saved though, but that's beside the point. Andy was a guy few people crossed and lived to tell the story. I am one of those few. Some people will call it foolhardiness, but I call it listening to the voice in my head. Andy was the kingpin in the biggest, baddest gang in the town. They're called Silent Whisperers because they don't talk too much. But when they act, it's total, unbridled carnage. I have no idea why I listened to the voice, but I did and that's the whole point of this. I strolled into the arms of the wolf like a lion surrounded by a pack of wolves. Rule number one and two, the only one you need to know,