Maester Wolf Novels & Stories

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? And why does it feel like my time as the slave of this wicked monster is just beginning instead of coming to a dramatic end?

“No. I have sworn to myself that I would serve both Young Masters, and that includes protecting them from… spies whenever possible.” “Hm, but I will still report to Master Alexander about this. I could at least confirm that Nicodemus’ visitor is actually a werewolf.” There was no escaping the keen senses of a fellow. “I was going to try and convince you to leave this development alone, but that would be me forgetting that you are loyal to your master.” “And you, for one, are also eager to support the Woodman cause. I doubt that you would try to stop them from knowing something that would help it move forward.”

The wolf stops and returns to her side. John and Trip come into the office. The wolf growls at them. It is inching closer to both of them. Is she going to let the wolf attack them? “Kate, do something. That thing will kill them both,” I plead with her. "Stop! Not yet!" Kate yells at the wolf. The wolf obeys her. I think I understand now. Kate controls these wolves. These imperials are from the imperial spiritual realm. She is dangerous when upset. They feed off of her.

“Speak!” The wolf continued to stare at Yoren before finally responding. “You are my master, Alpha.” Yoren froze instantly. Confusion immediately spread across his face. “What did you say?” “You are my master, Alpha,” the wolf repeated, lowering its head slightly. “You are the owner of this power.” Yoren frowned. “What do you mean?” “You defeated me,” the wolf replied calmly. “For the first time, you truly defeated me.” Yoren fell silent. He was still confused. “If I truly defeated you,” he said uncertainly, “then why are you perfectly fine?” He examined the wolf's body. “You're not injured at all.”

The Grandmaster lowered his head in shame. Others were very surprised to find that this snake didn't die even after taking a blow from a half Human King. Its defensive power was really terrifying. If a Grandmaster took such a blow from a Human King, he would die. Thus, if it weren't for Chu Xun, the snake would have pierced the Grandmaster's throat. Seeing what had happened to the Grandmaster, everyone became extremely careful. "Roar...!" A giant wolf suddenly blocked their way. It was three meters long and had a sharp mouth and fangs. The strange thing about the wolf was that it was red all over its body. It was the first time for them to see a red wolf.

“I see. So. Why did you want me?” “Aiden was asking if we had heard of something called a Master Werewolf, Ava,” Russel says. “Do you remember anything, or can you find anything in the records?” “What’s a Master Werewolf?” Ava asks. “That’s what I’m asking,” I sigh. “Maybe it’s called something else. That’s the name the vampires use. Immune to silver, immune to vampire abilities, can’t be Turned, able to talk to any werewolf with something like a Pack link.”

“But not by force. This is his trial.” At last, the wolf appeared, standing on a ridge bathed in pale light, its silver fur rippling as though it were woven from mist. Its gaze was calm, but there was no warmth in it. “You seek me, yet you do not listen,” the wolf said. Its voice echoed through the clearing, both near and far. “So I will ask you: do you come as a master, or as a student?” I had to swallow my pride because this seems to be the only way out.

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

He moved so fast, my brain didn't seem to catch up until I was pressed against him, his one hand entwined in my hair as he forced me to look into his eyes - those dark rimmed, forest green eyes - while his other hand cupped my backside, lifting me so that I was forced to stand on my tiptoes. "I may not be your alpha, cara mia, but I am your master and you will obey me until you pay back what you owe me," he said slowly, enunciating each word carefully as if he were fighting his wolf for control. "Until that day, you are mine and mine alone."

|•|• "Do you think the Night Wolf has a heart little one? His part of the Prime wolf is dark, tis why the Moon hides his soul. |•|• [Shade] My breath paused low and shallow, and my fingers froze like icicles around my rag dress, staring straight ahead to the feet of the strange master that stood before me. Confusion flooded my body, one that had been previously relaxed, having succumbed to my fate already. I had simply made too many mistakes the past few days to deserve to take another breath. I had disobeyed Madam Catherine, let myself be seen by the dark shadow with amber eyes- whether that had been a trick of the light or not. I had made noise in the master's library, a sanctuary they sou