Sica Wolf Novels & Stories

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

Ersa says in my head, that wolf is a sass bag, I love her. OK Miss sass where is here? I sass back at my wolf counterpart ermm sh*t I don't know

She said in a respectful tone. "I won't lie, it is very uncomfortable but not that hard to accept. Look, we have a vampire amongst us yet we treat her as family, so don't sweat it." He answered softly as I glared at him. "The fuck." I spat under my breath. "Let it slide Samantha." He warned playfully. I shrugged then looked at the lady who was now smiling. "I am called Whitney and my wolf's name is Sia. I was the right hand of the Alpha king and second in command." She said as I huffed mockingly.

He said after a while and I nodded. I felt the same way and that was why I had to tell her everything and we had to talk about how she was feeling and what was on her mind. Perhaps it was time she got everything she wanted and needed. “There's something you should know.” He sat up, his back rigid as he waited for me to speak. I took a deep breath and waited a few minutes before speaking. “Ciara isn't just an ordinary wolf, she's a dire wolf.” His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He coughed and tried to speak multiple times but ended up gaping like a fish instead.

A wolf without a pack. I was in a mind fog on the drive from the Mulder pack to the Sagar pack because the journey seemed like nothing at all. But the journey back to the Royal Santos pack was taking longer than expected. My thoughts were going into overdrive. The severity of my actions finally catching up with me. My wolf, having been on strike when Saskia lunged for me, is now back and anxious. She has no pack. She has no family. This wasn’t good for a wolf.

This was pure embarrassment. “Of course I have a wolf,” she said, letting out a low laugh. “I’ve been lying to you, Cecilia, because I didn’t want you to be jealous of how powerful my wolf is. But she’s real… her name is Sylvia and she’s gorgeous.” I narrowed my eyes at her, truly unsure if she was lying or not. “Then why have I never seen her during pack runs?” “Because she’s too powerful,” Sophia said without missing a beat. “I didn’t want to outshine everyone else. I’m sorry for not being truthful, but I promise, I do have a wolf, and she recognizes Leopold as her mate.”

"Get your lazy ass up and make breakfast bitch" I hear my sister Cassandra yell up the stairs and I groan but get up I'd rather avoid another beating. I'm Lisa Daughter of Beta Collins but the pack thinks I'm wolfless so I'm treated more like a servant than Beta's daughter. I'm not wolfless though, truth is I got my wolf when I was 6 years old. Only my best friend Estella daughter of Alpha Isaac knows the truth I made her promise to keep it a secret because I'm a white wolf the only white wolf to be born in 200 years.

“Women like Siobhan don’t act alone. And they don’t stop.” My jaw clenched. “I know.” “Good,” Wolf said. “I’ll be in touch.” The line clicked off. I stood there for a moment, letting the weight of it settle — the truth, the danger, the fact that Ciara had been right all along. Then I went back into the office. Ciara looked up at me, eyes still red but calmer now, surrounded by my family like she belonged there. And she did. “It’s done,” I said softly, taking my place beside her. “Wolf’s on it. Ghost too. We’re going to get answers.”

I scanned the battlefield and saw a large black wolf being surrounded by about 10 enemy wolves. I could see that he was handling his own pretty well! I then saw a smaller black wolf about to make a sneak attack on the larger black wolf. I was confused at first but quickly realized that the large black wolf was Alpha Braxton and this smaller, scruffier looking wolf must have been another part of Zandicar's plan! I tried to warn Braxton, but before I could, I saw this majestic white wolf soar over everyone's heads and tackle the small black wolf. The white wolf slammed the small black wolf to the ground while Braxton's wolf finished dealing with the wolves in front of him. He then joined the w

Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence. "Ezra William" Selina didn't care anymore. She looked at the wolf beside her and called out a familiar name. That black-haired wolf was indeed Ezra William. It understood and leaned forward to let Selina climb up and sit on her back. Ezra commanded the remaining two wolves, "You two should dispose of her body." The other two Wolves received the order and transformed into a human to quickly clean up the body. The two wolves had now turned into two highly handsome men.