Filosofi Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan. 'Hmm. So even the White Wolf's Clan has its loopholes.' Alexander thought. "There is a gay White Wolf's in their clan?" He finally asked, before he was able to stop himself. He just couldn't stop his curiosity. This "gay" solider really caught his attention and interest. It had been a long time since he last flirted and had numerous affairs. The tragedy changed him in so many ways. He realized he missed his old self, maybe he could loosen up a little and have his little fun with this "gay" White Wolf's.

The sentence that forces him into a life wandering from Pack to Pack searching for a place until he dies in a puddle of blood and/or vomit, like most exiles do. I scuttle to John, my head and stomach scraping the grass, my tail tucked between my legs, submitting into the earth not because I care about Ronan, but because if he leaves, then I am a lone wolf. There’s an old saying that lone wolves are the only ones who always breed, their children being Frustration and Dissent. That’s why they are given over to their echelon’s Alphas to be their servants, their nidlings. A nidling has nothing, is nothing. Even at the bottom rank, you’re paired with someone who is just as shit a wolf as you are,

Liza coughed as she noticed our movements and then glanced at the indifferent man that stood at her side. "Are you gonna go crazy like the others?" she asked him. "Do I look like a little pup with no self restraint?" came his casual reply. Liza snorted and rolled her eyes, "no, your wolf probably looks like that squirrel off ice age with its long ass m-" "That's everybody," Liza got cut off by Abel as he informed us. "Are you sure?" Axil asked. "Positive."

smelling her, I became territorial I claimed lena once she was born I was to protect her forever nothing could come in between us. We didn't grow up very close. Mom always reminded me to keep my distance, which I did for the first few years. Were hard to claim someone as a she-wolf means you devote your life to her and always be there when she is happy, sad, hurt, or angry. Whenever it's a tug between you, it's hard to hide, but since Dad worked a lot, it gave Mom peace. You don't choose who you attach yourself to. It happens. It's called fate. I would mindlessly follow Lena anywhere it's deeper than the love I feel what she feels. While Kiara is rubbing my thick, fiery fur, I circle her, g

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

“She’s the one that found me. I’m a lone wolf. I love my life, but it isn’t easy trying to live as a human and make ends meet. So I started doing odd jobs when I almost exposed myself while working as a bartender in a human club. Trading information, spying, following cheating mates to get proof—that kind of thing. I didn’t go looking for her; she’s the one that found me.” Even though lone wolves aren’t usually a danger, they aren’t allowed to work in werewolf establishments. Most werewolf businesses are owned by packs, and since lone wolves gave up pack life, they can’t work for them. It would beat the point. “And why would you agree to work for her knowing you were going against an alpha?”

Ten years, and my wolf was dead inside me. Kieran crouched. Not to help me. To look me in the eye while he decided how I’d die. “Do you know why lone wolves don’t survive, Aria?” His voice was low, gravel and winter. Up close, I could see the scar that cut through his left eyebrow, earned in a war with the Northern Claws. He was twenty-six. Had been Alpha since eighteen. I shook my head. My throat was too dry to speak. “Because weakness is a disease,” he said. “And I cut disease out of my pack before it spreads.”

She took one step back after seeing the look of rage on my face. "I know you don't want to see me and you have no reason to but please, hear me out... I was influenced... by the Lone Wolf," she said. My wolf pranced within me, itching at something we both didn't know yet. There was just something about her submission that had me thinking about whether she was telling the truth or not. Ever since the Lone Wolf's emergence, it was very easy for anyone to say they had been influenced by it but the truth they didn't know was that the Lone Wolf only took over when the person had real value or was a threat to his very existence and Mira- she was irrelevant.

The next morning, the three lords set out for the Darkwood pack. “How sure are you that he would not turn his back on us?” Delta Ralph asked, skeptical about trusting the Lone-wolf Alpha. “He has no reason to reject, we're offering him expansion,” Alpha Hulbert replied. “But he's also known for being a lonely wolf, he hates alliances and can't be trusted. I heard he is more dangerous than Stephen.” Ralph protested. “I doubt that. Even so, leave that to me,” Hulbert said in a thoughtful manner.