Emma Frost Wolverine Novels & Stories

“Let’s get you to your room. Emma will fix you up.” I struggled to my feet. Justin gripped my arm gently to keep me from falling. Every second or two he would sneak a glance at my wrist where Damion had snapped the bone. I pretended to be oblivious to the sharp pain from the spot which was surely slowly healing. Being a werewolf had perks, enhanced healing was one of them. “Hey Val, I found these really comfy pajamas for you.” Emma blabbered cheerfully as we approached my room, “Oh my god, what happened!” Emma paled upon seeing my wrist.

Victoria was the first she-wolf Damian chose during our first Unclaimed Moon. That month lasted only twenty-seven days. Back then, she had only been an ordinary she-wolf who accidentally wandered into our twisted game. The truth hurt her badly, so Damian later brought her into Moonridge Pack as compensation. Years had changed her. The nameless she-wolf from before had become elegant, charming, and far too good at reading people. I lifted the whiskey in front of me. "I didn't bet on anything."

Feral. “I won’t let you hurt her.” The she-wolf hissed, eyes flashing with anger. Chloe was off of him in a flash, standing above him with an angry frown and naked skin speckled with dirt and dried blood from running through the wilderness. In that moment she looked wild and untameable. She was the goddess of the wilderness and nature. She didn’t seem to care about how exposed she was or about the biting wind that blasted against her skin like a thousand knives. If things were different Lucas would have marvelled at how beautiful his mate was but all he could think about was making sure no one else got hurt and in the back of his mind, fearing Chloe wouldn’t recover from this.

If mating with Tyler had heightened my senses, it had quadrupled by allowing Amethyst to take over and shift for the first time. I reached an empty mirror, and I gasped, feeling teary-eyed as I saw Amethyst for the first time. She's a giant white wolf with a long fluffy tail with delicate features—her eyes were as silver as mine. "Amethyst!" I choke out, feeling emotional. "You're- you're beautiful!" I say as I begin to cry, making her utter a happy whimper.

Main Characters: Violet Willow Wade - Luna Queen of the Royal Moonstone Pack (Wolf’s name Willa) Violet is a strong Alpha female, having lost her mother at the age of 5 she was brought up by her father and brother. Her mother had died in a rogue attack and ever since she has seen her brother and father being extremely protective over her. At the age of 19, she is the strongest female warrior in the pack, she has trained all her life because she did not want to be vulnerable or weak in front of anyone. She is very loving and caring in nature and is loved by her entire pack for her gentleness and kindness towards them. She despises old customer especially being sold to someone as their bride a

Steven and Amelia’s expressions became somber. Was Emma the seer they wanted to find? That means that she must have had an encounter with the Scarlett Witch. What did she tell her? Why did she come to them on her own accord? Unanswered questions gripped both of them in tight clutches. They entered the ward with serious bearing. “Alphas, forgive my rudeness from before. I, Emma Thornton, pay my respects to the Leader Steven and Alpha Amelia of the Silver Crescent Pack.” Emma formally introduced herself and bowed politely to show her loyalty.

Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s. None of them looked their age. His mother, Luna Emmaline, looked in her 20s, the second leader of his family's small pack. She has blonde hair. The greenest eyes I'd seen. She's also tall but not as tall as the male and has a voluptuous body. All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me.

I watched Emma's fingers trace the rim of her wine glass, each movement deliberate yet graceful. The simple gesture captivated me with an intensity that would have been alarming had I not recognized its source—the mate bond, still new and raw between us, amplifying every small detail of her existence in my awareness. Two centuries of waiting, and now she stood before me, this werewolf woman with careful eyes and guarded smiles, simultaneously the answer to my oldest prayers and my most complex diplomatic challenge.

I gasped, stepping back. The largest wolf shifted, its body shrinking and changing until a tall man with long, silver hair stood before me. He wore a leather jacket with the Resistance symbol on the back, but his eyes were pure, animal yellow. "My name is Logan Frost," the man said. He wiped silver blood from his mouth and looked at the monitor. "And we’re the ones the Board forgot to delete. We’re the rejected mates of the Hive, Hazel. And we’re here for our revenge." He reached out a hand, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the gold heart pinned to my shirt.

The stranger was strikingly beautiful, with glossy black hair and an air of entitlement that suggested she was accustomed to getting her way. "I am Emma Shadowcrest," the young she-wolf replied coolly. "Daughter of the Alpha of the Shadowcrest Pack. And you must be Arthur's unseen Luna." I froze, realizing she had mistaken Victoria for me. Even though I was now just a bystander, I felt a stabbing pain in my heart at her words. Emma Shadowcrest thought Victoria was the Luna of the Moonstone Pack. To my utter surprise, Victoria didn't correct her. Instead, she lifted her chin arrogantly. "That's right. I am."