Filosofi Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

He always got tense when I mentioned about wanting to leave. “I've been meaning to ask you.” I spoke looking at my hands so he wouldn't see the scared look in my eye. “You have told me of packs and communities. Places people are born too. I'm born to nowhere. Is there anywhere for...” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “For someone like me? Somewhere for abandoned wolves? Somewhere that is safe?” This was playing on my mind a lot over the last few days. Both Liam and Alice explained to me about Rogue wolves, how they live in isolation and kill and cause chaos. I didn't want to become a rogue.

Oscar smiled. "Thank you for telling me," Indianna nodded. "May I ask, how comes you weren't a rogue? What's the different between a rogue and a lone wolf?" "Rogues are wolves that leave the pack out of choice. They are wolves that no longer want to be in the hierarchy of a pack. Lone wolves don't have a choice. Lone wolves are rejects, people that are kicked out, forced to leave. You can leave out of choice and be a lone wolf, but only if you still have the intention of being in a pack. If you don't... then you're a rogue."

Lone Wolf got up from the ground, and looked at Frederick in shock. His subordinates were furious. They took a step forward, prepared to strike. "Stop, all of you!" Lone Wolf ordered. He broke out in a cold sweat—not out of pain, but fear. If any of them made a move, none of them would leave this place alive. "Boss, what did I do wrong? Please point it out and punish me accordingly!" Lone Wolf exclaimed while he knelt to the ground. "You've made a name for yourself now. You even have a team of oil thieves working for you, and you've stolen from my oilfield," Frederick sneered sarcastically.

She laughed and said "I will never bow before a power driven maniac,I rather go join my family in their graves than worship you" I looked away for a second. “War doesn’t have innocence.” “You sound proud of that.” “I sound like someone who stopped caring a long time ago.,I don't care about what any wolf or pack thinks about me all I know is I'm strong and that's all there is to know,,that's why I'm the great and almighty lone wolf alpha” Something in her gaze softened, just for a second. Then she looked away. “Then maybe you deserve to be alone.”

One wolf says as he folded the paper I have seen people who were delusional and then there is this man. The more this man the more I could tell he has never said anything wise in his entire life not only that he would never say anything wise in his entire life and that wasn’t even a curse it was fact. “Tell me. What’s so special about him?” Lucian was a god, he wasn’t as filthy as other wolves he had power he was great, strong, and civilized; that’s enough reason to be above mere rogues but meant here to argue I would rather do other things.

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

‘But we can wait, -‘ I stopped my wolf from finishing his sentence: "You’ve waited years. Go ahead.’ And he ran. He ran much faster than me, and he even killed a rabbit. It was like watching a movie, and I felt so calm. That was until I smelled this horrible scent. Like something dead, and that scent of water left in a bottle for too long. "There are rogues nearby." Knox explained, and I could feel him getting anxious too. Damn, that was weird, feeling what he was feeling. But if Knox was scared, then I was about to shit my pants. ‘What are rogues?’ ‘The doctor was a lone wolf. That is someone without a pack, usually by choice. But there are also wolves that have been banished from their pac

His love for Violet remained steadfast, but he feared the consequences of what lay hidden beneath her guarded facade. In the midst of the ruins, a figure emerged from the shadows—a lone wolf with eyes filled with malice and a voice dripping with venom. It was Alessandro, the notorious lone wolf whose past actions had cast a long shadow over Violet's life. He had tracked them down, driven by a desire for revenge and an insatiable hunger for power.

I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies. "A hundred thousand dollars in exchange for the truth." I generously propose to the middle-aged man in front of me. "Excuse me?" asks the man before he glues his feet on the ground. He was simply passing through the corner of the same road with me but ended up getting a surprise proposal. Similar to this young woman with him, they convey these weird looks that are telling me that I might be some kind of psychopath or lunatic who wanders the street and randomly attacks an

Ruben asks, and my heart leaps for the first time in days before jealous rage begins to fill my veins? My mate is living with another male. Alone with another wolf..wait...wolf. A Lone Wolf! Very few Lone Wolves survive, and when they do...Agent Tran. "That bastard. NO. DON'T GO NEAR THE CABIN. LEAVE NO TRAILS. I WILL BE THERE SOON," I shout as realization dawns on me like the rising sun.