Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

His hands went over my rounded belly and up to my smooth breasts, making me moan into his mouth. All the tension from the fight almost immediately turned into heat. I forgot the fight scene, but a word was playing in my ears. ACCURSED, USELESS, LONE WOLF... Accursed? Useless? Lone wolf? I flinched. Something must have really happened to Justin. "Don't you think he has lost his mind?" My wolf asked me with a soft voice. "Well, you should not be pitying him. Ride him one day and show how strong you are. The Lumina needs more power."

Lucy nodded in Naomi’s direction. “Well, as if having kids wasn’t scary enough.” Naomi joked “I have to go and have a special one with a target on his back” Lottie’s wolf made a growl deep in her chest. “Apologies but that was my wolf and I agreeing that they will put a target on Alex over my dead body. I have a duty to him, and I take it very seriously. Also, I’d be lost without his little hugs” she said smiling softly.

By the next morning, the Colonel pulled the teams in. “The longer she stays in wolf form under duress, the harder she will succumb to her wolf’s nature.” We nodded our heads in understanding. Lone shifters have been known to leave their humanity and live out their lives in wolf form when balance is disturbed. Many older shifters give up on their wolf in fear of being unable to endure the transformation back. “We need Hacker. A white wolf is an anomaly even to humans, this far from the Arctic. If there is a sighting, someone will post it on social media.”

As a lone wolf, she had to tread carefully. Most especially after she crossed over to the region of the eastern border. One wrong move could cost her life. Lone wolves were the wolves that refused to submit to the authority of an alpha, and as a result, these wolves were considered harmful to their packs. As such, they were often kicked out of their packs because of the dangers they possessed. A wolf that wouldn't submit to the alpha was a wolf that would turn against its people, so they would most likely go rogue.

The vibrant depths of her blue eyes, usually alive with playful spirit, clouded momentarily, revealing a world of loneliness veiled beneath her strength. “I’m an orphan,” Luna revealed, her voice low and tremulous, laden with the uncomfortable reality of her existence. “I've been surviving on my own for as long as I can remember.” The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, an invisible burden that Aria could feel pressing against her heart, compelling her to empathize with the wolf’s solitude.

“Yeah, but I bet you don't know the difference between lone wolves and rogues. No one does.” “Ha! You're wrong there. Lone wolves leave their packs by choice and their link with their packs weaken until it disappears. Rogues are kicked out of their packs and the pack-link is ripped away from them, torturing their wolf until they go insane,” I said confidently, only to explain how I had the knowledge when a surprised look stuck on Damian's gorgeous face. “My best friend was a lone wolf… well, as ‘lone wolf’ as you can be while living with your mother and twin brother. She would probably still be one if she hadn't met her mate. No

“Have you always been this selfish? Blind to everything else but your own desires?” “Says the man who’s condemning me to live out the rest of my years as a lone wolf, even if he knows loners do not survive out in the wild. Not to even mention a wolfless one!” He bares his teeth at me. “Darrock or Lloyd. Choose.” I blink. “Excuse me?”

The other Lotus member returned, knelt down and wiped at her cuts hurriedly and efficiently, revealing even more cuts she hadn't thought would be there. "Hey, you two should see this. Haven't seen the boss this dangerous in a long time," the one standing interrupted with a grin. Victor was in his wolf form, steps sure and steady as he made it to the center in one powerful leap. It made the others pause to face him, those of his pack moving in line with him and the enemy at the ready across; even the mafia sides had ceased their firing. Releasing a brief bark, the Lotus took a step back while he stepped forward. He would take them on alone.

It made me wonder if I was born to remain a lone wolf, even though it wasn’t by choice. My father despised me. My mother left me the day I was born. It seemed like my existence brought nothing but pain to the lives of others. I felt like a plague because that was how people treated me. I was a burden to everyone around me. I had a voice but never expressed myself. My identity as the Alpha’s daughter didn’t come with any perks. As a loner, I searched for acceptance and found none. I yearned for a place to lay my head upon when I was wounded and found rocks. I didn’t fit in with anyone. I had no idea how to love or how to be loved. I grew up swimming in the pool

Jameson my real age as I remembered telling him that I was twenty-four. "Yes.," "And all these years, you had been living here, alone?" "Yes. I didn't interfere with anything. I'm not a rogue, Mr. Jameson. I am a lone-wolf and I do not have any intention of harming anyone at all." I stated, making myself clear. People needed to understand the difference between a rogue and a lone-wolf. "You still tried to kill your Alpha. That counts you as a threat to the entire werewolf kingdom.," Mr. Jameson said.