Gemma Wolfe Novels & Stories

“Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.” Scarlett held my hand and led me through the path to an old building. I saw the pack archives. The door sounded loud as I pushed it open. Dust floated with the thin rays of sunlight that spread over the house. “Quick,” Scarlett said, snapping her fingers. “Honestly… we really do not have much time". Afterwards, she pulled an old book from the shelf, her cracked hands were even shaking as she opened it. My father’s name was clearly written on the cover. WOLFE.

"My question is why you and Sabrina get to go together." Gemma was equal parts beautiful and smart. She'd just completed a semester abroad at the local State university and had decided to do a summer internship here as well before heading back to Australia. Gemma was the kind of girl you expected to be on a beach taking pictures for I*******m - fit-but-curved body, apple cheeks and a perfect tan, brilliant teeth, and platinum blonde hair that she folded into a neat braid for work. She often wore business slacks or pencil skirts that went halfway down her shins, and simple blouses that were just tight enough to show off her form without being considered scandalous.

Steam fogged the mirror. Selene wiped it with the back of her hand, stared at her reflection, and saw only restraint in them. Long damp hair clung to her shoulders. Her shirt stuck to her ribs and those amber eyes, even dulled by hot water, still glowed faintly — too much like a wolf’s. The blood was gone but the scent still lingered. She’d washed it from her skin, but not from her memory — the feel of it, warm and human, sticky between her fingers. Lucas’s blood.

Margot nodded. She sat. Fenris turned from the window. His gray eyes met hers. Something flickered there. Surprise. Concern. Something else. "Ms. Wolfe has been with us for three years," Margot said. "She is one of our rising stars." "Is she?" Dante's eyes swept over Raven. "You look familiar. Have we met?" "No," Raven said. "I do not think so." "The gala." Fenris's voice was quiet, controlled. "She was at the gala."

I stood frozen on the ridge, my heart a trapped bird hammering against my ribs, watching the impossible geometry of his movement. Beside him, Eleanor Wolfe stood as a pillar of ancient, terrifying composure. Her silver hair was untouched by the desert grit, and the leather-bound book in her hands—the Wolfe Ledger of Intent—looked like a heavy, dark anchor. She wasn't a ghost; she was the architect who had never left the room. "Stop, Grace," Julian whispered, his hand catching my shoulder. "Look at his shadow."

While they were tugging on each other just now, Gemma’s hairdo was destroyed, so her hair was currently in disarray, making her look a little wretched. An angry flame was burning in her eyes. Taking advantage of Cameron’s gradual approach, she broke free of the security guard’s grasp and tidied herself before walking forward. Along the way, she slammed hard into Myra’s shoulder. Then, she forced a smile and looked at Cameron. “You’re President Stark, right? I’m a member of the Walton Group’s board of directors, and my name is Gemma Walton. I believe you’ve heard of me before, President Stark.” The Walton Family was once famous in Bradfort City, so the older generation of businessmen must hav

I asked my wolf to guide me. This man gave me cold shivers out of fear but at the same time, I wasn’t much scared of him. No reply came from her means I had to use my own wisdom. “I am Gemma Pristley from Blue Moon Pack and I am exiled from my pack under the charges of treason.” I stood behind the huge frame of Beta Rowan Winters. His name is as beautiful as his personality. I was presented in front of the most ferocious Alpha in werewolf kingdom, Alpha Axel whose eyes were scrutinized at me.

The Twin Prophecies Gemma sat on Max’s lap as she contemplated everything she had been told. Her mind was still trying to process the information mammie had told her twenty minutes ago. The room had erupted when Carrie had told Gemma she was a WiOfa - A white Fae Wolf princess, and the questions were flying out from everyone but Gemma who had sat there in shock, her mind numb. Finally Carrie had told everyone to take a break for half an hour as the adults had each kissed Gemma’s head and left the room, the two warriors standing outside the door.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

No idea why I was relieved. The other was Gemma, Everett's mate. She had light-brown hair, beige skin, and plain sky-blue eyes. From her mark, she was a fire soul warrior, a strong one at that. From being around her for two hours, I got to know she was obsessed with fried fish and chewing orange gum. I also knew she was the type that welcomed everyone; hence why she had been following me around and making ridiculous jokes. "She's perfect for Cooper, though," Gemma chirped to Taffy's words, "has enough spitfire in her. Honestly, I can't wait to see her in the arena for the test. I bet she'll kick some ass!"