Maester Wolf Novels & Stories

He let out a loud scream, but it did nothing to stop my anger. My eyes darken as I allow my wolf to partly take control. “I will not ask again: who ordered you?!“ “I don't know! I swear!! We only receive information from our instructor. We have never seen him before. We don't even know his fucking name; we just call him Master.“ The rogue is now a stuttering mess who is not giving any new information, and that makes me clench my jaws.

Are you a rogue pack? I saw the wolf relax, and his snarling reduced. "Don't you have a lot of questions, Alpha Dorian? Who we are and who sent us is none of your concern. You are nowhere near worthy to know who our master is. He is much greater than you." "So, you are assassins?" I felt the circle close in on me. My brain was running in circles. I hadn't gotten much from these wolves, but I knew that their master was a male. But which male could want to harm my pack?

And only one person within these walls might have the answers. “Maester Kyn,” I said as I stepped into the dimly lit chamber, the scent of parchment and ink thick in the air. “I need you.” The old man looked up from his desk, his pale eyes sharp despite his age. “You shouldn’t be here at this hour, child. The walls have ears. And tongues.” “I don’t care,” I snapped, closing the door behind me. My voice trembled, anger and desperation tangling together. “You’ve kept things from me. I heard it tonight; the name. Wolf Queen. Don’t tell me you don’t know what it means.”

Whenever I felt I had erased him from my head, one thing or the other gave me a reason to think of him again. “Your first training is fitness-based,” Master Stewart said, “After that, we’ll go over to a month of mental prep where you’d try to wake your wolf. It will be followed by combat training and a last mental prep where you’d learn to control and dominate the wolf power in you.” “Okay, Master,” I answered. But I still had that little doubt inside me that I wasn’t a werewolf, even after everything Mum and Dad had told me. “But, Master…”

He collapsed into the mud, too weak to even crawl. As I looked at the figure curled up on the ground, I felt nothing at all. No fear, no satisfaction, not even a trace of pity. It was like watching a cheap farce. When everyone finally tired themselves out, the man struggled to lift his head. His face was a mess of purple and blue, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Selena, it's me, Cade. I'm your Wolf King. Your destined mate!" Julian strolled over casually, an elegant yet cruel smile curving his lips.

“That was not the master. The master wanted you. It was a wolf who wanted the pack to be ambushed, but I don’t know who!” I knew he was telling the truth. A wolf wanted my pack to be destroyed? Why? And who could it be? “Who is your master?” I asked finally. “His name is Gregory, and he is in the Dark Enchanted Forest.” I knew that was the most I was getting from the rogue. Gregory… I will find you and you will lead me to the wolf who was behind everything… I looked back at the rogue and as promised; I made his death a quick one.

The Master’s form shimmered between them, almost intangible, a ghost of energy and darkness. “Brave words for someone who just fed me the energy I needed,” the Master said, voice low, almost a whisper carried on the wind. “Do you see it now? Every step you’ve taken, every bond you’ve strengthened—it’s all been my design. The Sacrifice Game was just the beginning.” Wolf stepped forward, weapon drawn. “You’re insane! You’ve been using them—using all of us—to strengthen yourself?”

Realizing Amara was giving me control I tried to stand while shaking off the odd feeling of being in a completely different body. Let’s see what we look like, Amara. She walked over to the edge of the rock, looking down into the dark water. Peering back was a large white wolf with shining blue eyes. We are the Celestine wolf, Amara’s voice sounded in my head, now that you’ve completed the bond it will be easier for me to communicate with you. Before it was like being locked away behind a wall.

They were covered by dark strands of hair. "They say he is a Katharos. His Majesty will be happy that they caught one." Her handmaiden Elda continued to explain. A Katharos? A werewolf of royal blood. And now here he was as a prisoner. That must hurt his pride. werewolves were prideful creatures. All of them fought when they were brought here, unwilling to succumb to their enemies. Those wounds from a lash on his back were all because of defiance and he had more than anyone she had seen before. They covered his entire back, not leaving any skin untouched.

I carry no wolf within my chest, but the blood flowing through my veins holds a power that makes every true-blood in this room feel their instincts curdle. Across the table, Dr. Julian Ziki—the self-proclaimed Grand Master of the Westmere Order—flinches. His fingers drag through his white goatee, his eyes darting toward the heavy oak doors of the pack hall as if calculating his chances of escaping Blackveil District alive.