Chained Wolf Novels & Stories

His foreleg was stretched out awkwardly, a smear of red on the leaves beneath it. And around his torso, cinched cruelly tight, was a chain that caught my flashlight like moonlight trapped in metal. Silver. I knew it instantly, not because I’d ever seen a wolf chained like this, but because it gleamed too cleanly, too pale, too deliberate. It wasn’t rusted. It wasn’t old. It looked like someone had brought it here with purpose. The chain ran around him and back to the tree, padlocked. He lifted his head when my light hit him. A growl tore out of him. Raw and broken around the edges, but he didn’t lunge. He couldn’t. The chain held him like a command. My heart hammered so hard it hurt. “Oh my

My lips curled into a giggle. “Oh, Xareth… you didn’t just upset the packs.” More witches followed behind her, their chants thundering through the darkening skies. The Witches of Iskareth Hollow. And they were furious. He stepped away from me, lifting his arms and muttering dark incantations. His lips moved too quickly for mortal understanding. His eyes began to shimmer, shifting from ember-red to eerie emerald, and his hands lit up with a ghostly green glow. He was losing time, and he knew it. He had to extract the cursed wolf now, before reinforcements crashed through his gates. Before he lost everything.

My body suddenly began to jerk and convulse uncontrollably, rattling the chains as the sound of the Vampire's voice became louder. My eyes went bloodshot, blood flowing down my cheeks. The pressure in my throat finally began to loosen and I released an involuntary gasp. Everything was red and unmoving but even through my hellish subconscious, I could see it. My mouth remained open and through it, I could see my wolf being extracted. The cloaked Vampire continued to chant and he held a medium sized but intricately designed phial which held a dark red matter and whatever was in the bottle seemed to be extracting my wolf, sucking it in.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

Luna Howell was already crying, seeing her son in a very big cage. The cage was definitely made with strong metals but only Azalea and Alpha Goan knew the cage which had chains bounding the wolf. One chain on the wolf's neck, two bounded together with it to each side of the cage - those chains contained some silver - he looked like he was imprisoned by his own people.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

The werewolf tilted his head slightly to the side, and then a sly grin spread on his lips. - Indeed? grinned. I do not intend to repeat myself, so I just lifted my chin proudly and put as much contempt as possible into my gaze. It has worked more than once in its time. “So you belong to the alpha of the gray wolf clan?” he asked again. She continued to be silent. She also tried to get her treacherous knees to stop showing signs of weakness and trembling. Either from fear, or from impatience to merge into a single whole with this stunning male.

I said. The second day ended with a message from Adrian. He had confirmed the third external management party. Not the Rowan Collective. Not the institute. A single individual. An older wolf operating outside every formal system who had received one of the seven wolves through Graves's network fourteen years ago. No institutional affiliation. No research agenda that Adrian could find. No facility or organization. Just an individual who had received a network wolf and had been." Adrian's word was: sheltering. The wolf they received was twenty six years old now. They had been with this individual since they were twelve.

The more Chloe focused on it, the clearer and brighter it became until it burst free of the murky depths of her soul and engulfed her mind. It was like picking up a telephone that hadn’t been used in decades. The line crackled with age and neglect and yet, the silence on the other end was heavy and thick with emotion. But it wasn’t a voice that Chloe was waiting for. She realised that the mind-link wasn’t to her friends as such but rather, to their wolves. She could feel their fear, excitement, anger and desperation. They were desperate to be free after years of being poisoned and locked away. But above all else, they wanted to reunite with their loved ones. They longed for their pack and th

The feeling of something heavy on my chest—like a memory trying to force itself to the surface. But it slips away, leaving nothing but a crushing headache and the metallic taste of frustration on my tongue. I glance down. I’m chained. Not to a chair this time, but my wrists are bound with silver chains—tight, burning, cruel. My ankles too, though more loosely. They probably assumed I’m too weak to fight. They were right. I feel... almost human. My wolf is gone. Or silenced. And without her, I’m little more than a breathing shell.