Mad Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

I am in their territory. I was surrounded, I changed my run to a walk so as not to provoke the hunting instinct. Did they recognize me? There was a rustle and a growl among the trees. I froze, their yellow eyes shone on both sides, a huge gray beast came out on the road in front of me, the leader is Morgan. And why are they called wolves? They don't look like wolves at all. Huge, at the withers up to my shoulder, with a muzzle more like a bear, but more sinewy, like wolves. The pounding of his heart drowned out all the surrounding sounds. Calmly, calmly. I slowly pulled the handkerchief off my neck and held it out towards Morgan. Almost a "white" flag! Smell, sniff, it's Sarin's scent. Morga

He was a giant amidst men, a force to be reckoned with. Amidst the carnage, a figure emerged from the fray, his eyes blazing with a newfound ferocity. Tom Madison, the young warrior captured from the Moon Shadow pack, was fighting with a fervor that surprised even Draven. His transformation into a wolf was a sight to behold, his fur a deep, rich black that shimmered in the sunlight. The tide of battle seemed to shift. Mateo”s forces, though initially strong, faltered. Their numbers dwindled. Their leader, a shadow of his former self, was fighting with the desperation of a cornered beast.

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

Nate straightened, brushing off his clothes as the sound of their moans continued to play. “What will you gain by doing this?” Mason shouted, his voice shaking with rage. “You know I’m straight! I don’t love you, I detest you. I hate gay wolves as much as I hate wolves from the Woodland pack!” he growled, his fangs slightly exposed, his wolf’s disgust strong. Nate rolled his eyes and turned off the sound. “That’s total bullshit. If you hate wolves from the Woodland pack as you have said, why are you so interested in my bestie that you had to make her your girlfriend?!” He half yelled.

The blast of shock injects me with a dose of adrenaline, and I jump off the bed and scream until my back hits the wall. “Sasha!” I cry out his name. An intense scream wracks from my throat again as the wolf in bed stirs. It was big, the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and I’ve seen plenty. The silver white wolf, almost like a full moon in the midnight sky, opens its eyes. The familiar steel gray eyes stare at me, blinking, seemingly confused, but showing some recognition. The door opens, slamming against the wall. Sasha and the rest of the guys barge in heavily armed.

His wolf had gotten angry upon hearing those dirty words for his mate. But he could not interrupt the ritual. His pack members were allowed to treat Maya however they pleased on this day. His interruption would taint the ceremony. The fear of not making Maya his mate was the only thing that stopped him from attacking Doug. In anger, he grabbed the head of the woman that was sucking his thick, veiny cock in her mouth like it was the most delicious popsicle that she ever had, and started pounding it in and out until he felt her choking on it.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

He was safe again. “And that’s how it works. See, no pain, no blood, only a little necking.” Madison said. “Who’s next?” The next two were wolves, one male and one female. Their names were Bryant and Bethany. Bryant was just under 5’11” with baby blue eyes and dark blond hair. Bethany was a couple inches shorter, 5’9”, with long pale auburn hair and beautiful curves, even though she was half starved. I accepted them as well.

' "MATE!' 'MATE!' My wolf kept repeating these words to me. 'Don't leave your mate behind,' my wolf ordered. My wolf was really trying to convince me that Efrain was my mate....Yeah, not going to happen. This fatigue, this disorientation, this tightness, it was all from the fear of being caught. That I was sure of. The pain in my chest radiated through my forelegs and hindlegs like shrapnel; it felt like a dozen acupuncture needles piercing my nerves. It was so intense, I wanted to collapse. And paired with my blistering migraine, I couldn't focus. I began running into more people, more walls, more obstructions as I turned corner after corner into more enigmatic mazes of Miami's underworld a