Civilian Wolves Novel Novels & Stories

She called to Beatrice before pushing through the door, making the little bell chime again. Her cup was empty by the time she turned onto the long dead end, dirt road her house sat at the end of. She had to slam on her brakes as she rounded a curve, nearly having a heart attack as a large gold wolf ran out in front of her and stopped to stare before disappearing into the thick shrubbery on the other side. Cilyna held onto the wheel with both hands trying to catch her breath and calm her speeding heart rate. Something in the back of her mind screamed at her that it was not an average wolf though she ignored the feeling. After a minute of not moving, she put her Volvo back in drive and continu

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

She had to find a way to talk to Jamie Dalton Volka. She probably shouldn't have been surprised at the size of the crowd in the bookstore. After all, when a well-known local resident, in fact, the head librarian, wrote a book that was moving up the charts, people would certainly turn out en masse for it, and they did. She had listened while Jamie spoke about writing her book. How her fascination with wolves had led her to do her research and write this romance about a wolf and a human. She hadn't, however, given any hint as to what had sparked her interest in the first place. Paranormal was a very popular genre with people these days. Lia wondered what they'd say if they knew there was more

"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

He cradled something black and wooly in his arms. At first I thought it was a dog. But I remembered werewolves are not permitted to have them, for fear of what they might do under the full moon. There were no pets at all on the island, unless you counted the huge snarling mastiffs with spiked collars that the Enforcement Officers kept in kennels, for use when the werewolves rampaged during Taleeneff. These were my thoughts as Dane Wiltshire crossed the sand toward me. “Good evening,” he said again.

"Despite your father's insistence, you hoped Bruin would give you to another pack member—another subchief—but Bruin refused. Except if I told him I didn't want you. There can be no gray. You're married to me, although in my absence. But we'll get to the excellent stuff when we get rid of the grays." His heavy palm tightened on her throat as she attempted to pull free. Lucian chomped down on Crassus' arm as her vision dimmed and she screamed for oxygen. Lucian's attention had to be drawn to the wolves in the room first, who were more dangerous with their strong bites and posed a greater threat than any of the humans. But as soon as Crassus grasped Ravena's throat, Lucian had to free himself f

“It’s all I want to be. In fact, I don’t even want to be a psychic. I just want to write books and enjoy life.” “Then, we’ll do our best to make sure things stay that way,” Noah said with conviction. “Oscar and Kenzie will focus on finding and tagging the lone wolves with record speed and I’ll try to stop by while they’re gone to check on you. Snow will be your constant companion.” I looked at Snow and shuddered. “Give him a chance,” Kenzie softly said. “I’ll bet that, once you move past the fact that he’s a wolf that lives in the wild, he’s really sweet.”

She'd be here when he came for her, when he rescued her. Adam and Jackson ran blindly through the woods. They didn't care where they went as long as it was away from Gary and Paul and those things they'd become. They were so intent on getting away they didn't notice the wolves behind them, surrounding them. They didn't notice until it was too late and they stood face to face with six snarling black wolves. The two smaller grey wolves stopped dead in their tracks. They looked at each other. This was it, they were dead.

“Thank you, sir. I’m Amerie. Your shop is lovely. Do you have any books or old maps of the surrounding area? I’d love to learn more about my new home.” “Ah, of course. Down the third aisle toward the end you’ll find one book by Caneen alongside some old maps.” He pointed at the aisle. Amerie thanked him and went to the book and maps. She took a bite of the chocolate pastry as she glanced at the shelves. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed small wolves carved into the columns of the bookshelves. The book Tom had mentioned seemed old yet not very worn. The front cover was black with a golden paw print, and the author’s name was in green at the top. The spine of the book read “The Town of

his wolf howled loudly as he called out to his mate but there was no response. His heartbeat raced and he looked around the wood but it’s like they were never there. ¶¶¶ Tory felt a grave headache before she could open her eyes. She opened her eyes and closed it immediately due to the light. She opened her eyes again and let it adjust to the light. She realized she was all alone in a cell and she stood up and shouted. “Who is there? Let me out.” No one was answering and she held the metal gate but she removed her hand as it burned her. “Shit”, she exclaimed. The metal was silver and silver was known to burn werewolves’ skin.