Son Of The 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.

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.

I closed my eyes as I took in a deep breath to clear my head and stop my homicidal thoughts. "Don't speak," I ordered, but he didn't listen. "I was the son of a nomad. I was born in no-man's land. My father didn't know what he was doing, and he couldn't help my mother when she bled out. She died during my birth." He said, but his voice was lowered. "I swear to the Goddess, if you're giving me your fucking pity story right now, I'm going to rip your throat out." I snarled, feeling my wolf itching to take over.

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.

I asked the healer. He didn’t answer. Just mixed more herbs. “Talk!” I snapped. He looked up. “They gave him something to separate the wolf.” “What does that mean?” “It means... they’re trying to break the bond between humans and wolves. Turn him into something new.” Dickson leaned in. “Can it be fixed?” The healer looked unsure. “Maybe,” he said. “But it’ll take time.” “We don’t have time!” I shouted. “ Those people that attacked him last time, They know where we are. They’re watching us!”

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?"

A big black wolf knocked Alpha Jack down and they tumbled and rolled, Jack quickly stood on his fours but was surprised when he could finally see the wolf that pushed him. “Alpha Ethan” he uttered, it couldn’t be, He had left Alpha Ethan two days, it had to be someone else, Luther’s red eyes shone with rage, there was blood everywhere and nothing was left of the blue lake pack, by his right was a small boy with his brains all poured out. He got so angry that his Lycan took over.

"It's not a story the pack likes to repeat, Analiese. Especially not to humans. Before the split, Takoda's father was the rightful alpha of the entire northern expanse. But one of his own pack members—a dominant male named Silas—conspired with an outside faction to challenge the line. They staged an ambush during a winter hunt. Takoda's father survived, but he was crippled, his wolf form permanently damaged. The pack lost half its hunting grounds, and Silas took his followers north, breaking the bloodline." The history settled over my chest like a sheet of solid ice. I understood now. I understood the absolute, unyielding wall of isolation Takoda built around himself, and why the town treate