Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

she said, near tears. I sighed and rubbed my face. “When a wolf doesn’t have a pack or a family he’s considered a rogue. It’s an extremely dangerous thing to be. A wolf needs community, needs to feel useful and that he belongs. If he’s alone he’ll do very desperate things to survive. The pack to our far north east is called Venom. Because as you saw firsthand they are pure poison in every sense of the word. They want chaos and believe only the strongest survive. They take unknowing she-wolves from the cities and stage these combats. They charge a fee to even do it,” I said, trying to stop myself. I’d already said way too much.

Maybe I wasn't cut out for love, maybe I was destined to be alone forever. The lonely wolf, nice name right? If that's the title I was given then maybe I should stick with it. Afterall, it's better than getting hurt over and over again. It's really sad when I thought about it though, when I thought about all the things I have been through.

Moon urged. "What is going to happen with this?" Rex asked a little nervous. "Your Wolf represents all your anger, your need for blood and violence. Wrapping in a ll up in a nice little bow, containing it is your human. Do you know your wolf's name?" Mook asked. "He has a name? I've always addressed him as Rex, as I do myself. " Rex looked at Moon confused. "Yes, your wolf has a name. Kit is the human, Singularis is his wolf. I am Moon and my Wolf is Krynn." Moon revealed.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

said Sheep. That was all the confirmation I needed as to why Lone Wolf had risked bringing his companion, a born wolf, royal of his pack. Born a wolf, not kidnapped and bitten, and I could guess never knowing chains. This kid was only a few years younger than me, raised in that warped alpha's cage. Sheep had everyone's attention. His comment was the distraction I had hoped for. The reactions varied from Dad's eyes glinting with anger to the old man who had quickly shifted from wolf to man and was laughing to the point of tears.

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.

Familiar in a way that made her uneasy. She had smelled it before. Somewhere. A few weeks ago. But she couldn’t place it. Maybe she would’ve remembered if she had a wolf. If she were whole. But she wasn’t. Twenty-six years and still no shift. No wolf. No bond. Just the space inside her chest where one should be. She was nothing in this world. A failed shift. A stray without a pack. An outcast. And now she was in the den of the most powerful Lycan in the kingdom.

Without a doubt he would abuse it. Technically, that move made me a lone wolf. I was OK with that. That’s how I’d always felt anyway. Many pack less loan wolves ended up turning rogue, but not all. Rogues were thoughtless werewolves who allowed their base instincts to rule them. Typically, they turned to violence and crime. They became feral. Wolves and humans are social creatures. Most werewolves needed a pack to stay sane. Few were happy as loners. I’d practically been raised alone anyway. I’d be fine.

Just like the other werewolves that had been dying from the toxin in the atmosphere, Alex had gone down, and nothing pained me more than knowing I couldn’t save him. I breezed through the days in a blur, barely eating or sleeping. The only thoughts that consumed me were thoughts of finding the lone wolf and ending it all once and for all. I'd spent weeks gathering intel, tracking down leads, and now I had a name. Arthur LaGrange. A lone wolf, who had through sorcery and divinations, lived through hundreds of years. He had lived among vampires, witches, fairies, warlocks, and even humans, and gathered a lot of knowledge and power