Cry Wolf Novel Novels & Stories

my voice breaks in shock, as the werewolf howls and throws himself against the bars. The sound of his bones hitting the metal made my heart melt. Kieran explodes from his seat, and his eyes turn black as night. “This affliction ends now!” His chair vibrates and shatters. The Mercer Patriarch smiles. “Cut off Nova’s hand and bind her to our pack.” Suddenly, Kieran grabs the dagger and stabs himself in the chest. Blood sprays across the white tablecloth. “You'd kill me first before you harm her. My blood, My choice,” he said.

I looked around for the librarian but noticed that Lucian and Cassius weren't here anymore. “Pack duties.” Darius said. Like I asked. I ignored him, got up and went to find the librarian. “What does it say?” I asked pointing to a page. I didn't know why but something on that page called out to me. The librarian looked at the page. Then at me. For a second, he didn’t speak. “Moon-marked wolf.” My fingers tightened around the book. “what?” “It’s a type of wolf,” he continued calmly. “the rare and powerful kind.”

"Unleash your wolves!” A savage roar erupted from the warriors as bones cracked violently beneath flesh. The sounds of transformation tore through the night. Spines twisted. Jaws elongated. Claws burst from human hands. One after another, massive wolves emerged around the fire, their growls vibrating through the earth itself. Black wolves. Silver wolves. Creatures with eyes glowing gold in the dark. The clearing behind us descended into a glorious chaos. And standing at the center of it all, I grabbed Leinna by the wrist and pulled her up from the fallen log beside me before thrusting her away from the frenzy.

But the more time passes, the more my hope wanes. “Kyra…” Elder Claude’s voice has that stunning effect and it takes a lot of effort to keep me from squirming. I keep my eyes straight, raising my head a bit to meet his cold gaze. “You have been charged with immorality and treason against the alpha of the blue crescent pack, in your attempt at smearing his name without regarding this sacred pack or any of its loyal members,” he lets his words fall into the air, his eyes steady between me and the scroll in his hands, leaving just enough time for the murmurings to rise before he continues. “How do you plead?”

"Victor! Move! Get the fuck up!" Elodie’s scream tore through the sterile hum of the Under-City, but it didn't reach him. Not really. Victor lay crumpled against the base of a shattered cryo-pod, his chest a caved-in mess of jagged bone and shredded muscle. The First Wolf’s kick had done more than just snap ribs. It had silenced the roar in his blood. Deep in the dark corners of his skull, the black wolf he had carried since his first shift was whimpering. It was retreating, burying itself under layers of terror, refusing to answer the call of the Alpha.

She could feel it leaking into her. The priests faltered. The elders trembled. And then, the first real scream rang out: A wolf mid-shift collapsed, clawing at the ground, howling as silver light seemed to pour through its veins. Its fur glowed with streaks of moonfire. Nyxara’s stomach turned. “Oh no,” she whispered. “I didn’t touch anyone. I swear. Please tell me I didn’t—” “You did,” Kaelion said softly, his voice almost a growl. “But not on purpose. Not entirely.”

Her long trench coat flared behind her, streaked in gore, the fingers of her metal arm clenched tight around the wolf's neck. With a casual twist, she crushed its windpipe. The sickening crunch echoed off the walls. The werewolf's eyes rolled back, and it went still. She dropped the corpse at her feet like trash and looked up, eyes gleaming with something that made my blood run cold. I've never actually seen her at war, seen her like this and it was terrifying. More that anything she look excited as if she was enjoying the carnage. "Little wolf, little wolf," she purred, her voice like broken glass wrapped in silk, "where have you been hiding?"

More glittering scales begin ripping through his flesh, and that sexy smile pulls across his lips just as he shoves me hard away from him. My ass hits the ground, my palms stinging against the earth as I stare in awe at the man before me, who transforms into a massive, roaring lycan with swirling magic. A shadow falls over me as his wings spread wide and he takes flight. A cold chill hits the air, and I barely have time to raise my hand as a heavy frost rains down from the lycan’s mouth. The ice clatters to the ground, breaking like glass around me but not on me. Fine particles of snow glisten against my long hair, blanketing my skirt, and I tip my head up to meet the flakes. Several land ag

" shut your mouth your opinion I don't care make me go out I'd like to play with her too he answered rudely to order him at the end Zayn wasn't surprised his wolf character is always very strong He took off his shirt and pants and it's good that no one is here to see...except maybe the guards Turning to get out his wolf with thick black fur did not bother to get out of the gate, but jumped out of the window to scream Renee in terror when he suddenly came in front of her He let out a sweet voice to smile, whispering "black." The wolf made another sound, to run towards her and jump over her. He laughed loudly from her scream, and she fell to the ground and became above her. As soon as the litt

As I walked across the threshold of the strange house, my mind kept drifting back to Daniel’s cold blue eyes, his parting kiss, and his father’s ice cold hand. I was trapped in a world of wolves and secret councils, but as the clock ticked closer to eight, a dark, sinking feeling told me that Daniel Connor was closer to all of this than I could ever imagine.