Romans & histoires Mad Wolf

Hell, if I hadn’t already been all over Rain, I would have been all over this guy… “Yes?” I replied, stopping in front of them. I glanced down at the man next to him, realizing that he looked just as young and was actually nearly as tall. But whereas the other one carried himself with head held high and shoulders squared, this wolf looked like he apologized for even existing. His long hair was pulled into a ponytail, and I could barely catch his stunning, bright amber eyes. Both of them were beautiful like gods! “I’m Xavier Madavio,” the taller one said, putting his arm around the man next to him. And just before he spoke, it finally clicked in my head. “This is my mate, Clyde Litale.” He pa

His mother's heart could not bear the pain of her mate perishing. "Moon Goddess, may she have mercy on them." "Isn't he too young?" Silence fell at once. Footsteps echoed through the great hall of the Red Moon pack house. All the wolves present bowed their heads to the aura of the Mad One. His mere name inspired fear; his presence, absolute respect. Magnus Black, the Alpha with the colossal black wolf, had been named the Mad One because of his murderous rages. He lived a reclusive life, jealously guarding the extent of his pack's territory. His appearances were so rare that some thought he was nothing more than a tale the wolves told each other on full moon nights.

But his shaking voice failed him, “I– I don’t th– think that’s how you sho– should speak to m– me.” Remus scoffed and that seemed to have embarrassed Winfred more, “If I abolish The Order, you’re finished!” He said, screaming again. “Go on. Do it.” Remus challenged. “End your race’s agreement with the Wolves. See if we care.” The Betas started laughing at this which added to Winfred’s increasing shame. He wanted to show his power, but it seemed like power was being shown to him. “Watch how you talk to me, you disrespectful dogs!” He screeched.

Mack yelled over the top of the chaos on screen and Mj just shook her head as she left the others with their movie and was not surprised when she opened the front door to find the sound of nature and silence more comforting than the synthetic noises the others were taking part in. It didn’t take Mj long to find Moxie, he was leaning against the wall directly next to the door just staring at the sky. Mj smiled to herself and approached the silent sulking wolf, “this a private party or can anyone join?” she asked as she popped open both bottles and presented one to Moxie. The hunter took very little time to snatch the offered gift. He touched the neck of his bottle to Mj’s “cheers,” he mumbled

He looked at me and asked have you never trained i told him i haven't except self taught and he then agreed but he wanted to train my wolf himself and i agreed but then i had asked what pack it was because emma couldn't tell me without the alphas permission. When he said the Moon Stone pack it was my turn to have a slack jaw because it was the biggest pack in the United states and that made me even more excited. He then told me he would introduce me into the pack in seven days and i asked if i could still live with emma for a while because i am still a little afraid to live in a pack house again.

“A Blessed Wolf is going to appear, In a powerful pack in the mountains, Mate to a fearless but loved leader, She will reunite the lost wolves, And bring peace and unity to our people.” And so, we fast forward to the battle that we merely survived before gaining our rogue status. The ones who had sold their soul to the devil incarnate called Alpha Markus, attacked their own when he gave the order.

There's someone in there. "Sharp ears, aye?" the man said. He walked into the light where I could see him outside the cage. He leaned his arms on the bar and he's eating crunchy nuts. He's older in age, taller, quite bald with a moon tattoo on his left head, and looks intimidating. "You're Mraz?" "I am. We finally meet, the last silver wolf."

He sorted through the order of the tracks for a long, long time, and then put it on repeat nothing more than an open message. Maybe my fantasy played out against the backdrop of frenzied hormones, and I invented everything for myself, but the male voice, bawling in English, made me think deeply and for a long time. About Jan's sanity. And about mine too. "..."S" - simplicity, "E" - ecstasy, “X” is just to leave a mark, because that’s the only thing you really want…” Strongly suspecting that this was how the werewolf was testing me for strength, she turned indifferently towards the window, looking first at the flickering country landscape, and then at the familiar cottages of the village in w

"Now, the next fight is between our Salisbury, champion, never defeated, Theo, alias, Rabid Wolf, and Eastern Plains's champion, Rocky!" The announcement shed some light on the man's identification. I figure that Theo is his name and Rabid Wolf his nickname. However, something strikes me as odd. The moment I draw closer to the cage, I can sense that he is a werewolf but his wolf has been suppressed for a while. Probably black magic or silver.

The book must have been wrong, or there was another witch named Gaia Delvaux that wasn’t my mother. Once I calmed myself down, I continued searching for any information about ‘Mad Wolf’ that I eventually stumbled upon one page that was filled with the Greek alphabet, albeit there was only one paragraph in it. There wasn’t a single Latin word on this page. Mad Wolf is a rare, mythical disease that will drive the wolf crazy to the point where he/she will eat their mate and then die upon the realization of what they’d done. This disease was caused by the Sword of Damocles.