Joan Wolf Novels & Stories

Joan’s POV My lips crashed into his a second time, frantic and entirely clumsy. I didn't know what I was doing, but I was driven by a feral, suffocating need to escape my own reality. I wanted to drown out the memory of Rita’s lashing words, Isobel’s stinging slaps, and the looming threat of the morning. For a heartbeat, the stranger went completely rigid beneath me, his hands freezing on my wrists. Then, the air inside the tight confines of the sports car completely shifted.

Wrong. And in front of the hut stood a woman. She was young. Beautiful. With long black hair and eyes that gleamed with ancient power. Morgana. “Well, well,” she said. Her voice was silk and poison. “The alpha daughter and the cursed prince. How delightful.” The cursed wolf burst from the trees behind us. Morgana raised one hand. The wolf exploded. Just… exploded. Blood and bone and fur scattered across the clearing. “Sorry about that,” Morgana said. “Council pets are so poorly trained these days.”

[REINITIALIZATION COMPLETE] [SOUL INTEGRITY: STABLE] [REINCARNATION TYPE: REGRESSION — PARTIAL MEMORY LOCK] Alpha opened his eyes. Stone ceiling. Cold air. A younger body. Smaller hands. Weaker heartbeat. His wolf was silent. His fangs dull. His blood thin and restless. He sat up slowly. “What was taken from me,” he said, voice calm, “and by whom.” The system paused. Not out of mercy. Out of calculation. [QUERY ACCEPTED] [COMPILING LOSSES…] Symbols burned behind his eyes. Not memories—records. [LOSS 001: TRUE ALPHA DOMINION — SEALED]

“It’s a female, with a black coat and eyes as red as blood!” “What?” “What is it Frank, do you know her?” Darren and I are watching in silence and my mate holds me down by one hand. “So? Do you know her?” Vlad asked again, confusing. “If what you say is true there was only a wolf with these characteristics .... they called her the Cursed Alpha! But it’s impossible that it is her, she died many years ago!” “Are you sure?” Vlad said, confirming. “Yes, I ordered it and I saw her death with my own eyes!”

Jake murmured from behind me to acknowledge his presence. "The rest?" "They are right behind me, look." I watched a few wolves joining us, then with a nod, they turned into their wolf form whilst I decided to remain in my human skin to have a direct conversation with the big bad wolf killer. Dr Write was already inside the dungeons and so I decided to proceed with my pack, moving slowly to avoid making too much noise. It seemed like he had no backup with him except for Faustus, the guy that can shift. Slowly, as we reached the dungeon door I motioned with my hand for the others to follow. The scientist's scent smelled of death like he was exposed to multiple dead bodies in one go.

"He belongs to the bloodline of the purebred wolf, if he is saved by someone, the family of the wolf shall follow as master. Ah, I'm Joanna Clinton, you can call me Joan." "I'm Alexis... But you say he's a werewolf, is there really a werewolf in the world?" "This planet isn't just human beings... there was so much you didn't know. But you were brave as well. " Joan laughed lightly. "That said, you must not be human. You're like him? A werewolf? " I'm curious. "She's the opposite of us, not a werewolf." Marcus stood beside her and spoke up. "Oppose... enemy... vampires?"

But I hear it as clear as a crystal under the glowing sun when Vilma announces, “Kayleigh Donnelly of the Fola Rioga Pack wins her first she-wolf match. Congratulations, she-wolf!” Hearing someone call me a she-wolf stirs so much emotion inside me. A tear falls from my closed eyes as I smile from within. A whisper warms my heart: “You did good, baby girl…I’m so proud of you.”

But now, looking back on that Marissa, I didn't even recognize her. 'Thank you.' I mouthed, wondering if they would even understand what I was thanking them for. Hell, I almost didn't understand it either. "Welcome." Davison boomed, drawing my attention to him. "It is with great honor that I welcome everyone here to witness the bonding of Travis Hurst, Alpha of the Alterra wolf pack, and Marissa Holland, the..." Pausing, Davison gave a slight smirk, as if he was enjoying the fact that I truly had no title. "Anyway," he continued. "It is here before all you witnesses and the moon goddess herself that Travis will mark Marrisa, claiming her as his and promising her the position of luna."

The wolf gave the first pounce and the Wolf and I start fighting we fight and quickly I realize that I couldn't do this on my own and I scream again hoping to draw the attention of Alpha Gerald and the others. The wolf and I continue to fight. It wasn't really a fight per say cause I was really just trying to dodge each blow while me Lycan growled in disagreement. Suddenly the wolf had me on the floor and I was pinned with his forelimbs and I thought to myself it was over as he was about to slice my neck. I closed my eyes waiting for the pain but the wolf said to me "Looking for Joan is pointless" The statement unsettles me. So he knew who Joan was and that meant he knew of her whereabouts a

What did that mean? “His mate?” Joan asked in confusion. The woman sighed exasperatedly before taking Joan’s hands in hers. “What I’m about to say, dear, might sound crazy. But it’s true. You have the right to know since things turned out this way,” the woman started. What crazy thing could she be talking about? “I’m a werewolf,” Gladys spat out. Joan looked at her without any expression for some seconds, before she burst out laughing. “Wait! Like in movies. Are you joking? Is this a prank? “Joan found Gladys’ explanation bizarre, a werewolf? Then she was a vampire.