Ramona Badwolf Novels & Stories

"In the hell is that?" "Hydra," I respond, keeping my eyes fixed on the creature. "This bastard really does have some tricks up his sleeve." "Time to go!" Ramone’s voice echoes around us as hands clutch at our arms. "That thing means business." Not needing any more encouragement, I burst forward, shifting into my wolf form while Ramone shifted into his. Fallon, on the other hand, remains human, and just by the look of shock, you can tell that something is wrong.

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

Wrong. And in front of the hut stood a woman. She was young. Beautiful. With long black hair and eyes that gleamed with ancient power. Morgana. “Well, well,” she said. Her voice was silk and poison. “The alpha daughter and the cursed prince. How delightful.” The cursed wolf burst from the trees behind us. Morgana raised one hand. The wolf exploded. Just… exploded. Blood and bone and fur scattered across the clearing. “Sorry about that,” Morgana said. “Council pets are so poorly trained these days.”

He opened his mouth, but the pregnant woman sitting beside him rushed to interject. “Words are flying that the Howleys want this girl. These Alphas have seen the APB and are curious about the rude presence of this criminal. Her dress alone speaks volumes. It’s an ultimate disrespect to my sister,” Ramonda, the she-Lycan, voiced distastefully, roaming her condescending blueberry eyes up and down my body. “I can't believe you let her drag you here to insult us.”

ISABEL My eyes open when a thick voice cuts through the tension in the room from behind the mob and everyone looks back, moving aside for the owner of the voice to come forward. “Allan found a northern wolf in the woods,” the blonde-haired wolf says, rising to her feet. “A what?” The werewolf with a thick thick voice towers over me and, with strange courage, I look up to his face and realize that he is Nate. “Fuck,” he mutters as our eyes meet.

There were seven huge stones on cobblestones placed in a circular pattern with a white wolf in the center. "That is Selina," Bailey said behind me when I bent down to touch the mosaic. "The Moon Goddess." I glanced up. "The wolf?" She smiled. "It's her. When she takes her wolf form, it's a white wolf." I studied the figure, running my hand over the stone once more, committing the image to memory. "Have you seen her before?" "No one has in person." Bailey sighed. I stood and then followed her to sit at the edge of the cobblestones. "Then how do you know what she looks like?"

“But there is so much more going on now and if it all gets out the whole pack could be in danger.” I heard him sit forward in his chair. “What don't I know Leon? You have been so distant from me lately. What are you keeping from me?” I turned and walked to the mini fridge and grabbed out two beers, handing him one before I sat back down. “We think she's a Royal. Juvia. That is why we think someone is so egger to get her.” “Shit.” I heard him say before we both took long drinks. “She is also having trouble connecting with her wolf. Until she was 18 her wolf was locked in the dark, unable to see anything or communicate and there are times when she sleeps that her wolf gets locked up again.”

She continued on about facts and such while others ogled over them. "To finish off our tour, I give you, the wolves. Now what we have here are gray wolves. We actually have a pack here in our zoo. We have six females, three pups, and our Alpha. Now our Alpha name is Alastor. Which in Ancient Greek means "tormentor." We named him this because he doesn't like anyone. No one can get near him, feed him, or be in the habitat with him awake. He is put under tranquilizer. Does anyone know what that is?" She asked the group of kids in the front. Eliza and I looked down over the wall separating us from the wild wolves. Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups.

Ramona said, and I knew that my fears had become reality. The tension in the room exploded, so I looked at Bella. “Please make sure that the human delegation accompanying Ramona is well taken care of,” I asked Bella, and she nodded. At that moment, Daemon, Dayla, and the girls arrived. Ramona frowned and then opened her eyes wide in surprise. “What is a vampire doing here?” she asked incredulously. “And not just any vampire, but one who feeds not only on blood but also on the energy of chaos.” The fact that she knew Daemon was a vampire didn't impress me; it was her recognition of him.

I tell the former alpha to leave. But he got up from his chair and pulled me to stand next to him. "How dare you disrespect her by loathsomely calling her a wolfless wolf? Remember it was a wolfless womb you came from." I was so stunned at what the former alpha said that I stared at Alpha Bolin. His mother, the previous Luna, was wolfless. Alpha Boliin returned my stare before bringing his attention back to his father and saying, "I dislike that you're speaking about my mom and your fated mate around such a low wolf."