Sica Wolf Novels & Stories

"The truth is I was banished a year ago, and I've been drifting around aimlessly for that whole time. So it's nice to hear I belong somewhere. Thanks for letting me stay here, both you and Brianna have shown kindness to a stranger. I am grateful for that. And I will agree to your terms, I won't perform the memory spell unless it's absolutely necessary. And I am sorry I kissed you...well, I guess I'm really not sorry. It just felt nice to touch someone else for a moment, so I suppose I enjoyed it myself. And I can be your friend, though I am not sure how to be one with a woman. All the women I've been friends with end up hating me or dating me. But we can give it a try. We can start over, cle

Sophia's wolf traits continued to emerge in brief, unpredictable moments—amber eye flashes, distinctive vocalizations, heightened responses to pack scents—but remained largely hidden beneath her apparently human biology. We had shared this knowledge only with immediate family and Alpha Elena, maintaining strict confidentiality to protect Sophia from those who might view her dual nature as a research opportunity rather than a personal identity to be respected. The Prisma Institute had made no further direct approaches after leaving the package on our porch, though pack intelligence networks reported continued interest in "genetic anomalies among mixed werewolf-human families" in the organizat

"Surely they had traitors." "Did you?" I ask Nira. She nods. "For someone to leave the pack, they had to fight Amira or Tavin, her trainer. No one wanted that. The ones who attempted to leave without permission were dealt with." She fidgets with her fingers nervously. She might have been close to the former alpha but she doesn't do well with me. "Who is the closest to the she wolf?" I ask. "Tavin Brooks or Iyla Banks." She says quickly.

Jake murmured from behind me to acknowledge his presence. "The rest?" "They are right behind me, look." I watched a few wolves joining us, then with a nod, they turned into their wolf form whilst I decided to remain in my human skin to have a direct conversation with the big bad wolf killer. Dr Write was already inside the dungeons and so I decided to proceed with my pack, moving slowly to avoid making too much noise. It seemed like he had no backup with him except for Faustus, the guy that can shift. Slowly, as we reached the dungeon door I motioned with my hand for the others to follow. The scientist's scent smelled of death like he was exposed to multiple dead bodies in one go.

More precisely, I would have heard it, but I would not have understood it . Here it is! I just got it. I got to Michael, after a relationship with the Snow Wolf! The son of the same Wolfa, to whom his former love, Linda, had gone! I’m even afraid to imagine what he then felt when he felt the painfully familiar smell of his rival on the daughter of his leader ...

Behind someone tangibly bit the tail. Jumping up with a squeal, she barely crawled back and stared with resentment at the gray-black wolf Matvey. He waved his muzzle to the side, and I seemed to hear: "Let's run further." What's the insult? She jumped up and trotted more calmly behind the wolf. True, after half an hour the she-wolf began to be led aside.

Seeing the panic in the female wolf's eyes, Rex intervened. "No. We will determine if, I'm sorry, what is your name?" He asked, softening his tone. "Aisha." She looked down. "OK, Aisha, let's take a walk to distance us from prying eyes and ears. Its just going to be you, me, Makai, Rixa, and Kit. Would that be alright with you?” He smiled at female wolf trying to ease her fears. Being an omega after all, in a pack, they were always first to submit under an Alpha's Spirit.

It was fast, efficient, and silent. A second wolf, smaller, leaner, and moving with an almost balletic grace, slammed into the back of the gray wolf's knees. The gray wolf roared in surprise and pain, tumbling to the ground. The smaller, black wolf looked up at me. Its eyes were amber—the color of Rian's shifting wolf. But this wolf was not Rian. It gave a single, sharp bark—a command, not a snarl. It was Zara. Zev's twin sister. Rian's loyalist.

"Hello, Alpha Nichols. Just one moment. I will take this in the privacy of my office." Nyla's scent permeated the air like rotten food, and my lip curled into disgust. "Alpha Jones, please don't," I growled, not bothering to look at her as I found the one wolf who had the answers I was looking for. "It would be better if you stay to bear witness. I will be ending this now."

I grinned slightly and told her that I somewhat agreed. "He is learning much from you as well," she growled and sighed. "Sure, anger and frustration," I mused and my wolf snorted rudely in my subconscious. "What is your name, wolf of mine?" I asked the creature mingling within my subconscious. "I am Sierra," she growled softly and I smiled, telling her it was nice to finally make her acquaintance. I asked her if she'd met the Alpha's wolf and she told me, yes and he was called Nyko. I creased my brow thinking that was a pleasant name and my wolf chortled and said it was.