Cry Wolf Novel Novels & Stories

“You came here for a story, and instead, you found a sexy werewolf soap opera. Good job.” I glanced down at the old book I’d found—the one filled with legends and dark tales of Blackthorn Ridge. It was still lying open on the table, the pages worn and yellowed with age. My eyes skimmed over the words, searching for something I might have missed, but the stories were all the same: packs of wolves, rituals, blood magic. All things that felt a little too close to what Lucian had warned me about.

"Where. Is. She." The man with his fist raised turns, and whatever he sees on my face makes the color drain right out of his own. "Alpha," he starts, and I don't let him finish. I have him by the throat before he gets another word out, slammed back against the wall hard enough to crack plaster, my wolf surging forward with a violence I haven't felt in years, something dark and furious rising up under the ache in my chest like the two feelings just found each other and decided to become one thing.

Maddie whispered in awe, and I quickly covered her eyes so she wouldn't see the naked man. "Gunna have to get past that, Darlin. If you're going to be staying with a pack, nudity comes with it." The man was beautiful, his caramel skin looked flawless, and I pulled my eyes up to the roof of the car to avoid catching sight of his manhood. "Oliver, you look well." "Conner, good to see you again under different circumstances," Oliver said politely, but he didn't sound like himself. "Agreed. Alpha Jones is expecting you. Go on in." He said as the second wolf shifted and opened the gate. The strong warrior-looking woman was stunning, and I couldn't help but look at Oliver to see if he was apprecia

And she let another moan out as her hands hugged me tighter against her. I slipped another finger in and started moving my hand. I pulled away from the kiss and looked at her. Her eyes had full on turned from human to Wolf. She looked so unreal and so beautiful. My left hand rested on her neck as i moved my right hand faster in between her legs. She moaned and groaned while bitting her bottom lip. I used my elbow to stop the shower from running. We were using cold water but it was still water. I lifted her right leg to my left hip and pinned my whole body on hers.

“A… snow wolf?” I looked down at myself, my paws, my reflection in a shard of glass near Rowan’s fallen body, and a beautiful white wolf stared back, glowing faintly. Darius stepped toward me slowly, like approaching something holy. “Kiara…”His voice sounded fragile, almost reverent. “ you’re… stunning.” His eyes shone, in shock, awe, relief, and almost grief, like a storm of everything he couldn’t say. I walked toward him, and he reached out a trembling hand and touched my muzzle. His fingers shook.

There really wasn’t enough space for this fight, especially when wolves like Luke were absolutely enormous. I darted in front of Nathaniel, growling at the wolves in front of him. Luke shifted back to human, creeping around to the side of the room. My distraction was enough that Lyla was able to jump in from behind, Luke from the left and Fives from the right, each injecting a wolf with the chloroform cocktail. Once they were in an unconscious pile, Artemis turned back to Nathaniel’s wolf, nudging him to make sure he’s okay. He nodded.

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There was no way that the wolf was actually… "Cyrus?" Then, the wolf closed its eyes, and I heard a crunching sound as its body contorted. Its fur seemed to retreat into its skin, and soon the form kneeling in front of me was no longer an animal. Tattooed and muscular with bronze skin, Cyrus opened his dark eyes and looked at me. He was naked, the remains of his clothes in tatters on the ground. "What the f—" I started. "I'm not gonna hurt you," he interrupted. "I'm sorry if I scared you. All I wanted to do was help."

The dream came again, this time with chaotic, endless and with blinding flames. And in the middle of it was a golden wolf, huge and beautiful. It thrashed against chains that burned through its fur as It howled, not in pain, but in fury. The sound shook the air, tore through Wayne’s chest like a scream that wasn’t his. He tried to reach it, to move, but his feet sank into ash. The fire spread faster, licking at his skin. When he tried to call out, his voice vanished into smoke.

Lyra's POV Ice-blue eyes pierce the darkness, their intensity making me cringe. I stumble backward, my feet tangling in an unseen root. As I fall, a massive white wolf emerges from the shadows, its pristine fur marred by splatters of crimson. The coppery scent of blood fills my nostrils, growing stronger as the creature approaches, lips curled back to reveal razor-sharp teeth. The hunger radiating from it is palpable. No, not hunger – ravenous, all-consuming starvation.