Maester Wolf Novels & Stories

He snaps his fingers at Ravenna who quickly brings him another glass of whiskey. “What… What do you mean?” I couldn’t help but wonder how deep Master’s plans go? Master’s eyes glow and I can see his wolf at the surface. Wait… I thought he was a panther shifter?! “When you return to the Crystal Lake pack, you will see. Just plan to stay behind, keep your nose clean and find my heirloom. Dismissed.” He waved his hand at me, and I turned to leave. “Oh, before you go, I will have eyes on you. They know to kill on sight if you do anything against my word.” He didn’t look up from the papers that he was flipping through.

It would be troublesome to face them. “Her not so much, but her master is another story,” Rosa said with a thoughtful look. To be able to make a werewolf proficient in black magic, her master must be a powerful black witch or wizard. “We will focus on them when the time comes since we know nothing about this so-called master,” Rosa said lightly, brushing off the matter. “Anyway, back to the matter of the two of you,” she directed her words at both Max and me.

I couldn’t let her die. WHY SHE WANTED YOU DEAD. A deep, angry male voice sounded in my head. I stood in disbelief. The wolf was looking at me. Cold fury in his eyes. I knew he wasn’t mad at me but, I froze on the spot. We stared down each other. No one is budging. I think he was waiting for my answer. I AM Holy crap, this was crazy. “Because she wasn’t acting alone. There is something bigger going on.” I tell the wolf. I think I lost it. This couldn’t be real.

But if it was him…Was he not supposed to be a little more older than this? I sigh, thinking about all those questions again. Time passes quickly and we come to a stop outside a cave. “ You will only call me Master now. ” Wolf commands me. I look at the cave and then at Wolf. Where is he taking me? I nod my head nonetheless, gulping the lump in my throat. “ Yes Master.” I don’t have a good feeling about it. Wolf was supposed to give me back to Elias, but he is not doing it. Why?

Master asks still looking to Wolf. "I'm Attorney Wolframite Amative, Abstract's boyfriend." Wolf introduce himself confidently. "Abstract, is it true?” Master asks. I can’t answer because I knew that he’s mad because he called me with my name. “Is it true, Abstract?” he asked again but this time he raised his voice a bit. We got some attention to the people in the mall. I felt a soft press over my shoulder for me to close my eyes because that’s the sign that if my answer is wrong, I knew what will happened. My plan can’t be destroyed today so I nod to answer Master’s question.

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters.

Feral, male, and unforgiving, Maverick Grey was every bit as formidable as legend and legacy painted him to be. Isabella knew this from the moment the massive wolf stepped into his office. Her breath staggered at the power that rolled off him, filling the room with such thick masculine virility, she could have choked on it. But it was his eyes that were truly haunting, giving a glimpse of unspeakable violence, both seen and lived. The eyes of a warrior.

They didn’t need my help. James shifted and stalked toward the back of the house. I followed. A large brown wolf sprang from around the corner, snapping and snarling. He was on James in a flash, knocking him to the ground with a forceful lunge. I joined the fray, pulling the wolf off James and closing my teeth around fur, muscle, and bone. James righted himself and backed me up, and we finished him off together. The problem with people like Elijah was that their arrogance made them sloppy. He’d underestimated us, and it would be his downfall.

Master was now standing before me, separating me from Drake who was still on the floor. "What did you do to me you backstabbing bastard?" I hissed through my teeth. Master made no move and just crossed his arms, watching me. I couldn't read him, he was stoic and expressionless. If he wasn't going to answer me, then I would leave. I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for an opening. It was small, smaller than the rooms I was use to sleeping in. More importantly, it was a small stone room with no windows. I peeked around Master's shoulders and noticed a gate. Was I in a prison cell? Since when did the Manor have a dungeon? So I glared at Drake who had pieced himself together and stood