Midnight Wolf Novels & Stories

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

Moon said. "Moon, you realize my Wolf is a dark wolf, or Nightmare wolf, right? I can barely control him as it is, you want me to just talk with him, bond with him, and hope he reveals his name, making it easy on me? My Wolf is just as pissed off at me as every other wolf that has a human now. Just because my Wolf and I work together from time to time doesn't mean it's going to work out this time." Rex snorted.

Tonight, was the night. Alpha Hardin ran through the streets looking for the fight. He was able to end the lives of five scattered wolves before encountering the heart of the battle. All around him his town was in flames and the lives of his pack, his family were taken away. No matter how hard each and every wolf fought, they all went down. The only members of the Midnight pack that were spared that night were the young children who were offered a chance to join the Blood Moon pack. Only ten of the twenty children accepted, the rest met the same fate as their parents.

If Winter can confuse that person with me, Madeline never met me. I heard a light gasp coming from Winter when suddenly a large wolf with shining black fur, which shone under sunlight, giving it a purple illusion, appeared. He also had white strips all over his belly, but what caught my attention was the white crescent moon mark in the middle of his forehead. “He is awesome.” Winter gushed, but I saw him frozen at his place too. Our family had a history of black wolves. Zyphre is also a midnight-black wolf with the same mark in the middle of his forehead.

You're listening. It was 11:14 AM. The show is called Midnight, he said with a wink. The time doesn't matter. He opened the book. His voice changed when he read. Lower. Slower. It filled the room like smoke. The wolf does not apologize for its hunger. The wolf does not make itself small to be loved. The wolf loves with teeth and territory and the bone-deep knowledge that to be alone is to be nothing. To be alone is to be prey.

“The Midnight Call is a ritual done at the very last minute before the Autumn season begins. At midnight, a ceremonial horn is blown from the tower. All wolves must drop whatever they’re doing and step outside. We are divided into groups, and each group must return with the horns scattered around the school walls, Here’s the twist, the horn isn’t high-pitched, but because it resonates with wolf blood, it doesn’t travel through air… it travels through instinct.” Anastasia explained it with wide, excited eyes, her hands moving dramatically as she spoke.

Her touch ignited something primitive within him, Midnight, his wolf, stirring and responding with unprecedented hunger. In all his years of taking women to his bed, his wolf had remained dormant, disinterested. But now, with Michelle beneath him, Midnight prowled just beneath his skin, recognising her as mate. The sensation was overwhelming, the hairs on his nape standing on end, his cock hardening painfully against his zip. He needed to taste every inch of her, to mark her, to claim her completely. With barely controlled urgency, he undid his trousers, leaving only his straining boxers as a final barrier.

Like I said, your mate is an ALPHA, so I have to apologize if I am going to be strict to you. Wow. He’s practically boasting his status as a big shot. What does he want? A pat on the head or a bellyrub? Since I am looking for some answers, I might as well play along. ‘W-Wow! That’s amazing…fantantic…I must be a very blessed wolf.’ Midnight suddenly gives me a deadpan look. His wolf ears are going flat on his head while he addresses me. ‘You’re horrible at lying. How dry can those compliments get?’