Sad Lonely Wolf Novels & Stories

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.”

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?"

“Then I could find you to help me. Are you here in pack?” He doesn’t move, simply allowing me to continue stroking his fur, as his eyes remain closed. I need this wolf, he seems to need me, as he appears to seek me out… or is he simply a figment of my imagination? Am I slowly losing my mind the longer I am stuck within this room? Was that their plan all along? Capture me and send me insane? Though what they would gain from that I am unsure... “Do you even know how lonely I am?” I whispered, my voice breaking into a sob, and at that the beautiful eyes of the wolf were open again, looking at me with pain behind them. A thousand unspoken questions seemed to be spoken in that heavy gaze…

" I again shouted at him. I could feel my white wolf stronger than ever. It was so pissed off at him and wanted to leave him immediately. Alpha Strider came towards me, wanting to catch me within his arms. My wolf growled at him. I could feel my eyes shift as I did so. I then saw sadness in his eyes. "Hmmm," I heard his dark wolf inside of him call out to me softly. "Grrrr..." I growled back at him. I held my neck in pain. Alpha Strider moved over to me swiftly, backing me up within the corner of his house. "You didn't have to do that when you were already marking me," I said as I cried out to him.

In that fleeting moment, he found a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that a part of her would always be with him. The funeral procession came to an end, and the pack dispersed, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the memory of his Luna. As he stood at the gravesite, a lone white wolf emerged from the depths of the forest, its mournful howl carrying on the wind as it sat to watch him with eyes that looked like the sea. Richard lifted his gaze to acknowledge its presence, his heart stirring with a sense of profound connection that the wolf was most likely a highly spiritual being and in the presence of his lament, he found solace, knowing his mate's spirit would forever reside within th

I muttered to no one as my grip on his blanket tightened. It had only been two weeks since my mate, Ryker Cromwell — the Alpha of one of the strongest packs, The Ethereal, had rejected me as his mate and left his pack to his Beta, Dmitry Vashkov. I’d later found out that during the last battle with neighboring pack, The Night Walkers, he’d been wounded by an ancient sword which caused him to be infected by ‘Mad Wolf’. A rare, mythical disease that would drive wolves mad to the point where they would drink their mate’s blood dry and eat their heart and die upon the realization of what they’d done.

Alone in the solitude of her corner, she allowed her tears to flow freely, feeling overwhelmed by the betrayal and rejection she had just experienced. In the midst of her despair, Hannah's wolf, Lu, spoke to her, offering words of comfort and encouragement. "Hannah, you don't have to feel down. There must be a reason for Liam to act that way. Stay calm, and remember that you can't let Sophie come between you and your mate. Liam belongs to you alone." Taking solace in the reassurance from her wolf, Hannah resolved to grow stronger. She considered seeking help from Scott, Liam's beta, to help her in her journey towards self-improvement.

I'm happy with my life, and I'm determined to keep it that way. *** Daniel’s point of view. My wolf has been restless recently. He’s been pacing around and roaring in my head in the middle of the night. I can sense his need for his mate, and I share his sentiments. I know it’s time for us to give up. I am twenty-seven years old and still single without a mate. I’ve decided to give up on finding my soulmate. Artemis, the moon goddess, seems not to be bestowing one on me. I accept this fate, and I can’t help but feel a sense of sadness and loneliness. I feel like I’m missing out on something amazing, and I often wonder what would have happened if I’d had a partner. But I have to accept that th

Then they nod, and Jasmine starts talking and saying something that seems like a practiced speech. " I lived in a pack with my family, and I was contacted by Selene the day I got my wolf. Her name is Star, and she's so excited to meet your wolf. Selene told me about the group and that when my mate found me, he'd have more details. I waited a year while building my power, and Charlie showed up on a normal trip to discuss new ideas for trades and co-operation between packs. He smelled me the moment he entered the pack house. " She pauses and then looks at Charlie, who starts talking, " My story is pretty much the same. I turned eighteen, got my wolf Pluto, and that night, selene came to me in