Son Of The Wolf Novels & Stories

I took my bike and rode off to Babe’s house. A different part of me wanted me to go back and let Maj do what she wanted but another part knew it wasn't right. Babe doesn't deserve any of that. “STOP! STOP PLEASE” I stopped my bike behind a building as soon as I heard her pleas. The wolf was already dragging her. I stayed behind at the edge of the building and waited for the wolf to recognize my dominant aura. It didn't take long before it did. It stopped and bowed. I might not be the Alpha yet but I was the Alpha’s son. My command is power. I growled at the wolf and as Babe took off, the wolf also did. I didn't need to follow it, it will make its way back to me.

one of the wolves behind him said, and moved closer to him. Christian watched the large brown wolf as it got close to him, waiting for him to explain what he had just said about his father. "What do you mean?" he finally asked the large brown wolf. "Your father who says he's an Alpha is not," the wolf said. "It's only a title he walks around with, nothing more. He is not a good ruler and the pack he rules is yours. Every wrong he has done to your pack affects your wolves, but you are too blind and foolish to see it," he said.

Even though the law stated that no one was supposed to hunt this time of year, I was sure none of them cared. "I would refrain from speaking ill of the dead," I replied, to everyone's shock. Someone cleared their throat beside me. A tall man with scraggly hair that fell into his face. "It is an animal. Has no soul. Why should we respect it if it would have killed us the moment it spotted us?" Rolling my eyes, I carried on walking. Right up to Ben, who was inspecting the other wolf pups. Several priestesses crowded around him. Made sure the man touched each pup tenderly.

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.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

Was he a god or something? She took a step back and then wondered why she did that? Perhaps to have a better view of this wonderful creature in front of her? She momentarily forgot about her father and noticed that her heart beat differently. She tried to calm herself down.Perhaps it was her wolf ready to show. The vampire who had killed Axel,Damon walked up to them. "She's Nicolina,the Alpha's daughter and the only child." He scoffed "I asked you to kill them all." the god like spoke.

At the rogue bleeding on my floor who was supposed to be my enemy. At my mate. I grabbed my cloak and stepped outside. The night air hit me cold and sharp. Seven wolves surrounded the cabin clearing. Elite guards in human form, armed with silver blades. And at the centre, my father. Alpha Marcus Steele. The most feared wolf in North America. His eyes found me immediately. “What are you doing here?” “I needed space. After training.” I kept my voice steady. Submissive. Everything he expected from his weak daughter. “We are tracking a rogue. Have you seen anything?”

Going to her floor to ask questions that would have been much easier as emails, and attending meetings he had no reason to be in but he knew she would be there. The more he watched her the more convinced he was that this was Naomi. He had gone over and over it in his head. She must have got a witch to disguise her scent which is why his wolf didn’t recognise her as Naomi either but if her son was Alpha Theon’s son he would share his fathers scent until he hit puberty and developed his own unique one. That must be why this woman Natalie/Naomi had this faint odour of him.

Liam's arms encircled me, providing a comforting warmth as he began to unravel the intricate tapestry of the wolf hierarchy. His words echoed through the quiet night air, each revelation casting a unique light on the dynamics of the wolf community. "Each wolf is bound to an element, shaping their gifts, responsibilities, and roles. Royalty, for instance, is exclusively comprised of fire wolves. Princes, the sons of kings, are born as wolves of fire." I turned to face him, absorbing the significance of his words. "So, our son will likely be a fire wolf?"

they chorus. Lies. I know the sound of it now. Perhaps because I have told enough of them myself. “How is he doing?” I ask anyway. Hoping, just hoping things could have changed. “He’s better now. Giving the beta a hard time at practice.” My son. My boy who cries when the other pups call him human. He always asks me every night, “Mom, when will my wolf come?” “You dare to mock my son,” I whisper. And they all drop to their knees instantly. Smart girls.