Sad Lonely Wolf Novels & Stories

You can call me Solan. Eric growled and moved closer to me, his claws expanding as his protective instincts sparked. "Stay back, Kyara," he urged with gritted teeth. "This thing isn't just any wolf." "I'm offended," Solan declared, tilting his head mockingly. "I am not merely a wolf. I am the Wolf. The first, forgotten, and forsaken. And you, Kyara,"—his brilliant gaze seared into mine—"woke me up." The dagger in my palm flared hotter as if it were alive and agitated in his presence. "I didn't wake you by choice," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. "What do you want from me?"

She was a living tattoo in my brain. Suddenly I could hear the sound of voice breaking through the phone followed by a sobbing sound. Her voice was filled with so much sadness and she could not even make words. She was sad and disheartened and I could feel it. My wolf could feel it. He felt just like she was feeling, he was heartbroken hearing her cry over the phone and he longed for her touch, he wanted to comfort her and be with her and before I could do anything about it, he was already on his way to meet her.

“Each time I have been reborn, I carried a storm within me that would shred the innocence of the child or teen meant to house me. I was too fierce, too wild—my power too great for fragile flesh. I destroyed them from the inside out.” A sharp pang of sorrow twisted inside Evelyn’s chest. “You were lonely then. You gave up speaking to them?” The wolf’s voice was a low rumble. “I withdrew into silence, into shadow. I watched from the edges, waiting for the one strong enough to contain the fire. For years, I wandered the void between worlds.” Evelyn’s fingers curled into fists. “And then… I lost Sophia.” A shudder passed through her, the old wound raw and aching. “That night—I remember the despa

He would pass out either in pain or exhaustion and then this voice would wake him up only to go over everything again. However, this time, when he thought of the snow-white wolf, he felt…longing. He frowned and pictured the wolf in his mind again. The fur was whiter than the snow and so smooth, he found his fingers itching to touch it, to caress it. A wave of pain took over his chest once more but it wasn’t like the other pain. The pain was of longing, filled with sadness that maybe he had left something behind, that he had left something in pain. What is his history with the wolf? Why does thinking about it make him sad and long for it?

it cracks me up and same time fills me with venom. My wolf detests anyone coming between us. He isn't mad or reckless looking for his mate like most wolves would he's a loner wolf and that makes us a team. I give no fuck to a lady tying my freedom to hook up with more beautiful women and enjoy my youth to a sham all in the name of marriage vows. “Are you listening?” Adolph tapped my shoulders. “I said go away I barely had any sleep last night. My old man won't catch me a break with his silly screams and orders.”

Ten years, and my wolf was dead inside me. Kieran crouched. Not to help me. To look me in the eye while he decided how I’d die. “Do you know why lone wolves don’t survive, Aria?” His voice was low, gravel and winter. Up close, I could see the scar that cut through his left eyebrow, earned in a war with the Northern Claws. He was twenty-six. Had been Alpha since eighteen. I shook my head. My throat was too dry to speak. “Because weakness is a disease,” he said. “And I cut disease out of my pack before it spreads.”

So, Wyatt came forward to help her but only to receive a warning growl from Drake. “It’s ok. I can manage. When I found him, I had to walk along the forest trail for several miles, carrying him in my hands. So, I am already used to it. One thing I want to ask the owner when I meet him is, ‘how could he make this wolf so lazy?’ I have never seen any animal who is as lazy as him. Even though sloths are slow, they are not work-shy. They would do all their activities at an extremely slow pace. But he…” She finally lifted him in her hands after holding her breath.

my wolf whispers at the back of my head . "You better go help comfort mate ,mate is really going crazy right now, ". My wolf just couldn't keep up with me contemplating . I immediately rush towards lone and give him a tight hug from the side ,my goodness his eyes were pure red ,must be his wolf or maybe not ,he seemed to be so angry and raged ,i guess he's mad that Tyler almost took the life of his mate .we both stay silent and still in the tight hug position ,i let go off him for a bit and grab hold of his face for a bit .

He bared his sharp teeth, his gravelly voice cutting through the silence. Rohan, a lone and ruthless rogue wolf, stood at the edge of a cliff, his eyes fixed on the night sky. The full moon illuminated his rugged features, revealing the weight of memories etched on his soul. He was lost in the past, reliving the fateful day when his family was banished from the Moonstone Pack by Ryder's father, Alpha Damien.

I love seeing him smile wide and it deepens his laugh lines. I will always remember him with this wicked grin and his glorious body standing in the light from the window. His eyes are sensual stars flashing with the hottest violet fire imaginable. A desperate ache fills me. "How will we ever let him go?" I whisper internally to my wolf. I don't get an answer. No whine. No brush of fur inside me... nothing. I feel so incredibly lonely. I need my wolf to help me keep away the thoughts of losing Sarn and she's unresponsive.