Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

, two of which were currently facing off at the central compound that connected all the houses. "Hey, what's going on?" "Hey! Get outta my way I said I wanna see what's happening!" And here comes Carlos of the midnight wolves, a fan favorite among all his housemates, he is THE Predarian to have your back during a fight. He usually represents the 'pack' when his older brother isn't around. "Whoaaa, it's Carlos Grey. Looks like he's coming over to make some trouble. What should we do, Miss Evelyn?" A lanky looking white suit came walking to the scene all slow and nerdy, adjusting his glasses as he did so.

Sophie laughed. "You really entertained us this morning Daya. I couldn't stop laughing and to think you called her an evil spirit who was here to take over your mate got me rolling" Mira laughed. "Really? I got my wolf?" I asked excitedly. "Yes so you can stop being dump. My name is Snow, and you can call me the beautiful one" The voice said. Rather my wolf said.

Lone He had his eyes fixed upon me as he kept moving around me in circles, like a predator eyeing its prey, teasing it slowly just before tearing it apart. The problem with Alexandra, well, Alpha Alexandra, is that he has always underestimated me. He thinks I'm still the same little Lone, the omega wolf he banished some years ago. If only he knew how dangerous I have become lately and how many worlds I have conquered. I have conquered packs, kingdoms, and different realms of supernatural creatures. The whole world practically kneels before me, paying me homage.

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.

It was a beautiful place to grow up, and it was going to be a terrible pain when I left. Part of me always hoped I would end up like my parents, waiting an eternity to meet my mate. I didn’t want anyone, even if they weren’t my mate, I didn’t have boyfriends. I was quite happy “flying solo”. As a female wolf, I have to follow my mate to their pack. Which meant leaving my brothers, my parents, and a town that, well, they probably wouldn’t mind. Gareth knew I was daydreaming as we walked, so he just directed me where to go. When we got to our mother’s office, he patted me on the head again.

Staying in his room was the only way he could protect his loved ones and others. He hated that he had to be locked away in his room, but he had no choice. He didn't want to hurt anyone. But he was lonely. How could he free himself from that cell when he couldn't control his wolf? It was too aggressive and only wanted to kill or create chaos.

It felt like a phantom ship filled with dead souls was moving towards them. “The audacity of them to make us wait for so long.” Charlotte’s tone was filled with contempt. Since young, it was only ever her who made other people wait. “I hope this group of people will satisfy me. Otherwise, don’t blame me for showing them no mercy.” Behind her, a man with a one-eyed wolf head tattoo came over and said, “Young Miss, do you need me to test them later?” The man who spoke was nicknamed Lone Wolf. He was an expert fighter that the Fisher family paid good money to raise. The man’s capabilities were on par with Larry, and he was now working as Charlotte’s bodyguard.

He hated the werewolf council and wanted to take their packs. "I wonder what your name is," I say softly to the rogue. If it recognizes my father's name and looks clean and healthy, it can only mean it's sane. Maybe it just lost its pack to war and chose not to join another. Such wolves are called lone wolves; after they leave their pack, they prefer solitude and are self-reliant. They may still be respectable.

“I know.” Everyone looked toward him. The little boy smiled proudly. “They call her the Wolfless Luna” because she showed everyone that strength doesn’t come from having the strongest wolf.” He looked at Aria with admiration. “It comes from never giving up.” Silence settled over the gathering. Aria smiled warmly. “That’s exactly right.” She looked up at the Blood Moon shining peacefully above them. Once, that same moon had watched a frightened, wolfless girl walk alone into exile. It had witnessed her tears. Her loneliness. Her despair. Tonight, that same moon watched a woman surrounded by her family, her friends, and a united world.

CLAIMED BY THE FOUR ALPHAS WHO ONCE BROKE ME In the Silvercrest Pack, strength is everything—and Lena has none. Born an omega, she was the lowest of the low. When her parents died mysteriously, the whispers began. A cursed child. A burden. A nobody. No one stepped in when her uncle sold her to four powerful alphas to pay off his debts. Why would they? Omegas like her didn’t matter. She became their servant. Their shadow. Cleaning up after them, enduring punishments she didn’t deserve, and learning to disappear. Until everything changed. On her twentieth birthday, something impossible happened—she found her mate. Not one. Four. The same four alphas who once treated her li