Son Of The Wolf Novels & Stories

A snarl left my father's mouth as he glared at my mate. "She's my mate and my pack’s Luna and she's staying here with me." Bryan's voice slipped into a growl at the end as his eyes darkened. "No," "Yes," Bryan said, his voice sounding low but deadly. "My daughter is coming home with me!" My dad said with a snarl. I shifted around to face Bryan, holding onto his shirt tightly as he began to shake from anger, he was trying to hold his wolf back but he was struggling and the status of his wolf wasn't helping.

Their son was a creature of legend part human, part wolf, bound by a genetic anomaly that defied the laws of nature. Yet, as Lukas ran his fingers through the soft fur, feeling the steady, powerful thud of the heart beating in synchronization with his own, a fierce, unbreakable smile touched his lips. "He's not just a wolf, Daniel," Lukas murmured, his voice ringing with absolute clarity. "He's an apex. Just like his fathers." Daniel shifted closer, wrapping his arms around both Lukas and the hybrid pup, locking them into an unyielding embrace that defied the storm raging outside.

It’s why he was Silver Crescent’s Gamma–he was an unstoppable warrior. As Araminta and the old male witch Harlem open a portal, I watch my father subdue the son he never asked for, as with his next lunge, he grabs Calyx by the scruff of his neck and flings him across the room with his teeth. Sparks from his fangs as his canine’s drip with the younger wolf’s blood and I realize for the first time that he is also a little witch too--much like my mate.

, Teresa added. Dwight moved towards the brown wolf who was Austin’s. “Hey”, he said and kissed the wolf making the wolf grin. Ryder and Brenda moved to the Grey wolf who is their daughter. “Princess”, Ryder said with a smile and tears in his eyes. Tears of joy. Maxwell and Teresa also moved to their son whose wolf was the blue one. He was the most beautiful among the three and his parents smiled. “Hey, big man”, Maxwell said to his son’s wolf and gave it a kiss in the head.

It was a male human who looked like he was in his early 30s. That answered my speculations. Of course, it'd be a human. Why wouldn't it be? I mentally sighed in annoyance. Only humans were this dense. Axil's eyes narrowed in on the man, and yet he remained calm after that provocation. He asked, "Do you have a werewolf in your family?" The man nodded cluelessly, unaware of the tense atmosphere as everyone stared at him, "My wife and our son are both werewolves." I glanced at the woman that stood by his side and the fact that she had a hand blocking her face in embarrassment as our attention shifted to her and the little boy she clutched in her arms.

He just couldn't as he remembered his father's words the last time they talked, the day he was being disowned with his father, the day he came out to the world. "You know I cannot accept your lifestyle son. You disgusted me, there is no Brandon in the history who has that kind of sickness. Plus you're my only son, you should continue our bloodline, not become a gay. But I wouldn't take back the Brandon name and you being as a White Wolf to you as it is your identity. However, I cannot see you as my son anymore, nor I am associated with your solider activities, not if you will be healed. Until then, you are a lone Brandon from now. And you will take your step out of this house and never come

I exclaimed, looking furiously at him, covering my son's sleeping face. Moments later I hear a snarl coming from a cell that was a little bit further in and as I walked towards it I see a wolf growling and hissing at everyone that walked past it. Stopping right in front of it I growled back at her, exposing my yellow eyes, waking up Mason from his nap. My son moved around in my arms, removing the blanket off his face and suddenly the wolf stops snarling and instead she glared at him with the most gentle expression. This must be subject 40, the one Luka told me about. She looked miserable and lonely and suddenly I took pity on her.

By the time the lid of the pot slid open, what came out of the pot was no longer a man but a giant wolf with fiery eyes. "Arise, the wrath of the Idol! No longer shall you be called Ironbath. Today you received a new name: Strength- the iron wolf! The strength of the 16 Idolss courses through your veins. Inside you is the power of the universe itself. You have become unstoppable. Let evil tremble at your terrible power!" the old man said to the giant wolf which stood before him. That day, the boy became more. That day he stopped being human and he received a power beyond what any other man had ever seen. That day he became a werewolf.

His average-looking werewolf father's gaze was fixed on his food, his face etched with disappointment from the earlier events. One thing was certain – he had to address his son, for the curious Melnyk would persist in asking questions until he received satisfactory answers. Frank finally raised his head, looked to his right where his son stood, and said "It's a bit complicated for a boy your age to understand," ending with a smile. Unfortunately, Melnyk was keen on knowing, so he continued pressing his father, asking, "We are werewolves, why don't we use our powers to fight back?" Frank knew the conversation would not end unless he admonished his son.

The boy nodded. - But you don't want to talk to him? - He's an Alpha, and I'm an omega. He will reject me. Why talk? - I'll never reject you - my son Wolf shouts. - I was violated and used. I think I'm pregnant. I'm of no use to you. My son approaches Sam until he is two steps away, kneeling as the boy shrinks on the floor. My son says: