Cry Wolf Novel Novels & Stories

“Well isn’t this just lovely” Confounded with her need to help his ally, Golith transformed into his werewolf form and leaped on top of Sardonyx. Golith slashed away at the vampwolf until Sardonyx covered him in gold magic as she slowly crashed his bones. “Let go of him you bitch.” Before he could through it, Sardonyx the grenade as it exploded outside the church and stabbed Vandel with her talons. “Okay that hurts like hell.” Blinded by her monstrous form, Sardonyx roared while subduing Vandel & Golith.

My wolf let out a loud, triumphant roar inside my head, matching the dark, possessive rumble vibrating from Gryfyn's broad chest as he drank in the taste of my blood. Gryfyn pulled back slowly, his golden eyes glowing with a dark, primal satisfaction as he looked down at the dark red mark shining on my neck. His thumb reached up, wiping a small drop of blood from the corner of his lips before pressing his mouth hard against mine, sealing our bond with a deep, consuming kiss that claimed every last breath in my body.

Well, it wasn't like she could stop me. As long as I made up my mind, no one, not even my father, the Alpha of Crestmoon pack could stop me. I was so happy, very super excited that I found it hard to sit down without shaking my body. ‘For wolves sake, Kayla, can you stop turning from left to right?’ my wolf, Lara screamed in my head. ‘An innocent wolf is about to pass out from dizziness.’ I rolled my eyes like she could see me. ‘How about you just shut up and sleep like you've always done, I'm about to get proposed to, I don't want you to get me pissed off on such a joyous day.’

"Chloe is not a pawn in your power games, Caleb. Leave now, or face the consequences." Caleb's eyes narrowed, and without warning, he lunged at Jonas, his transformation into a werewolf swift and brutal. The clash of fur and fang echoed through the night as the two werewolves grappled in a frenzied dance. The moonlit clearing became a battleground, shadows cast by the violent struggle. Chloe, caught in the crossfire, felt a surge of fear and adrenaline. Instinct kicked in, and she searched for a way to help Jonas. Her eyes darted to a fallen branch, and with determination, she picked it up, ready to defend herself if needed.

The writing was blocky and black, pressed deep into the paper. THE OLD DEBTS ARE WAKING. BENEATH THE VET’S LIGHT, THE ALPHA BLEEDS. RETURN WHAT THE WOLF STOLE, OR WE COME THROUGH THE GRANDMOTHER’S DOOR. My body went cold so fast it felt like falling through ice. Grace’s hand crushed mine. Bailey whispered my name from somewhere behind me. Colton did not move. He went so still he seemed no longer alive in the ordinary sense. His eyes stayed on the note, and the air around him darkened with something I could not see but felt in my bones.

The bond shattered. I'd heard stories about rejection, but none of them came close. Words could not describe how I felt. My wolf howled, the sound tearing through my head until I thought my skull would split. I hit my knees, gasping for air like I was drowning. The ground rushed up, and I heard someone scream. Through the pain, I saw Luca fall too. His mark had turned completely black, spreading up his arm like poison, while mine burned dark red. "What have you done?" The priestess's voice seemed far away. "Child, what have you done?"

He shifts mid-roll, his wolf form easier to maneuver. But Frost adjusts instantly. Ice forms around his hands, extending into massive claws. He swipes at Connor's wolf, nearly catching him. Connor darts around, looking for openings. He's faster than the champion, but every attack he tries slides off the ice armor harmlessly. "You'll have to do better than that, little wolf," Frost rumbles. His voice sounds like glaciers breaking. Connor shifts back to human, needing hands for what he plans. He feints left, then goes right, getting inside Frost's guard. His fist connects with the armor—

Consume. The first scream came before he even realized he had moved. A servant ran past, wide-eyed, screaming. Alvar swiped without thinking, claws raking the man’s chest, shredding the fabric of his uniform, tearing flesh, leaving blood dripping in streams. The wolf roared in triumph, urgent, wild, hungry. ‘Yes. Yes. Yes. Taste the fear. Smell the blood. Feel the power. Let me out.’

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

I ask, and we do: three women and a wolf moving as one, press and turn and twist and keep the door behind us open. Caitlyn, bored of being contained, reaches for a different toy. She touches her own chest with two fingers and pulls. The black in her veins flares, becomes smoke, becomes a viper of shadow. It strikes past me, over me, at everything that isn’t me. “Don’t you dare,” I snarl, and catch it between my cuffed hands. It bites. Cold spreads up my forearms, hungry and mean, searching for something to colonize. Dawn meets it.