Solitude By Ella Wheeler Wilcox Novels & Stories

I stood alone in the torchlight, feeling the weight of the pack above me, the weight of the cell below me, the weight of a bond I had severed but could not escape. She would have loved you, the wolf said softly. If you had let her. But I hadn't let her. And now I was here. Alone. Angry. Hollowed out by choices I couldn't take back and a rejection I couldn't stomach. I touched my throat where her hands had never reached. Then I straightened my spine, fixed my mask, and went to see my father. Behind me, in the darkness, Lia’s breathing steadied. She was still alive. And somewhere in the ruins of my chest, my wolf was grateful.

Every envelope that returned or remained unanswered felt like a quiet betrayal of the world she wanted to believe in, but she never stopped trying, never stopped hoping that one day they would respond, that Carl might meet them, that some part of the family she loved would reach out before it was too late. And yet, in the quiet moments, when Carl was asleep and the streetlamps cast golden pools of light onto the cobbled roads outside, Mayla allowed herself to feel the crushing weight of solitude. She often sat by the window, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, staring at the horizon, wondering if the decisions she had made were enough. Was she strong enough to continue shieldi

#Joel’s POV# Evening in New York has a way of pressing against the windows like a gentle hand. The city is alive outside but in here, in this brownstone apartment I’ve rented for her, it feels sealed, like I’ve built her a cocoon. A safe place. A place that belongs to us, even if it’s temporary. I’ve been trying for weeks to think of something that might help her feel steady again, something that might bring back the spark in her eyes, and this—this writing retreat—is the closest I’ve gotten. I don’t know if it’s perfect. I don’t know if it’s enough. But watching her now, walking around the space, fingertips brushing the bookshelves, her soft voice saying “wow” under her breath as though she

Yet despite the physical relief, her heart remained heavy, her spirit disconnected. Slowly, she slid down the tiled wall, settling on the shower floor. Drawing her knees to her chest, she wrapped her arms tightly around them, allowing the hot water to pour relentlessly over her. Each droplet felt like it carried away a piece of the darkness that had settled within her, yet she knew much remained. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, searching within herself for that familiar spark, the presence she'd lost touch with for too long. Her wolf had always been her strength, her anchor, her companion in solitude. Now, silence echoed where once there had been warmth and connection.

Then we both walked towards our own cars. At home, I took a shower and made something to eat. It wasn’t anything special or grand, just chicken bouillon soup and toast. When it was made, I took my soup and my toast to sit on my couch in the parlor. While eating, I was scrolling through the apps on my phone and decided to read a romance novel. I love reading how the characters fall in love. And since I don’t have a romantic life right now, living vicariously through the characters is the closest I can get to falling in love. It’s pathetic really, but since I am 38 years old it’s just a way of life. After I finished eating my toast and drinking my soup, I washed my dishes and went into

I had a plan. A really bad plan. But a plan nonetheless. Justin had a point if I was to stay here I would have to shift. Emma had left for bed and I was in my room alone with my thoughts. I quietly slunk towards the door listening waiting for any noise to alert me. Nothing. Not a soul stirred outside. Perfect. My wolf was nagging at the back of my mind desperate to shift. I couldn't go on like this. My thoughts were clouded with shifting and escape. I would go mad. Taking a deep breath calming my nerves I shifted.

" Nevra wiped her tears and held Altan's hand. He was right, but his hands were tied. There was nothing they could do. He didn't want it either, but his hand was bowing his neck like a prisoner and consenting... one After stroking his horse's neck and checking it, the young man got on and went away from the mansion. As the horse accelerated, he bent down and narrowed his eyes. This is the only way he could get rid of the distress inside him, even if it was a little… The horse ran as it ran, but it still couldn't get out of its own land. If he did, he would breathe easy, as if he had come to a new life in another life. He quickly passed through the workers who gave life to the arid lan

Her chest rose and fell as she fought to regain her breath. The murmurs wrapped tightly around her mind, unyielding. It's the sole option. Complete it. Accomplish your fate. She placed her hands on her ears,to block them from hearing, but the picture kept appearing. The gentle sound of wolves howling reached her ears in the distance, like a haunting melody that echoed through the night. For the first time ever, Dahlia sensed she totally on her own.