Mad Wolf Novels & Stories

His dark eyes were cold as winter steel, scanning the opposition with the calculated gaze of a predator assessing its prey. Beside him, Madwolf—Hardhik Yadav—mirrored his position, one leg crossed over the other in a display of synchronized power. Where Avyaan was ice, Hardhik was barely contained fire. His jaw was set in a hard line, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm against his thigh—the only outward sign of the violence simmering just beneath his composed exterior. His reputation preceded him like a shadow; they called him Madwolf not just for his ruthlessness, but for the way he could smell betrayal from miles away.

He finally spoke,his voice filled with indifference. His uncaring attitude shattered something in me. A surge of emotion swam through me, betrayal,heartbreak,rage. I heard several gasps as a sudden light erupted within me,surging through my veins like wildfire.. My body trembled as the sudden change took over me,every muscle twisting and reshaping as power and pain collided. I gasped,my scream shifting into a low growl. When the light faded,I stood there on four legs,although I was smaller than most wolves,my red fur shimmered with an ethereal glow,and my eyes burned with defiance. The crowd stared,And for the first time,I felt whole.

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

"So marking is stronger than mates?" David nodded. "Then why wait for your mate at all? Why not mark whoever you want?" "Sometimes people do that," David said. "But if their actual mate ever shows up and they're bound to another it's devastating to both parties. See you can only mark one person. Otherwise what would stop some mad wolf from marking dozens of women and making himself a little concubine?" Clara stuck out her tongue in disgust. "There is something about mates that is hard to explain. Some people thank the moon goddess and think she picked that person for you and nobody else will ever be as right."

Two weeks after Marcus's execution, the first wolf went mad. His name was Torren, a middle-aged male from the Eastern territories who'd carried one of my fragments. He'd been normal, functioning, grateful for his salvation. Then one morning, he woke screaming about voices in his head, clawing at his own skin, claiming something dark was growing inside him.

I wrote furiously. I needed to get the information out as soon as possible. The Warriors needed the information. "Rogues are behind Trail Maps! There were 10 or more on the trail. Selling girls to guy named STAN Stan didn't want to come for one girl without a wolf Bosses = Jerk and Twit - I can identify them! Others are Messenger (kicked him - he hit me with shoe), Dumb (slashed him deep), Dirty (bit his dick - slashed him) - I can identify them!!!"

Jeremy Jensen, better known to the werewolves as Arfak, was a scrawny man with a big mouth and a bad attitude. Despite his small size and unimpressive appearance, the man was surprisingly strong. In the town, he had a reputation for trouble making. Among the wolves, he had a reputation for... other things. He had a great tendency to avoid work, and because of his position among the wolves, he rarely had need of it. There were always some among the Omegas ready to serve the Delta, even as men.

This is what they wanted, and now I gave it them. Waiting for then to plunge their canines into my neck any second, I waited. But it didn't came. . . . . Instead I heard a loud painful cry and the rogue on top of me is thrown off me with a force that made him fly a few feet in the air to go crash with another rock behind. I look up to see a big jet black wolf standing on top of me, growling at the rogues. His growl loud enough to shake the very base of the rock on which we stood. His aura emitting power like I have never felt before.

Drake said with a mocking tone. Alright. I confess. I want to be with her all the time. I want to see her, I don't even want to get my eyes off of her. Whenever she's around and I can smell her scent my wolf will go crazy. And its really fucking hard for me to control him. I am a werewolf, Drake and Kurt also. We only have one mate/soulmate for our whole existence,and once we found who's our mate the wolf inside of us will go crazy to mark her. But I have to control my wolf for some reasons.