The Broken Wolf Molly Novels & Stories

“Probably, as the most beautiful girl he has ever met. Molly, do you even look at yourself in the mirror? You are an angel when compared to beauty, you have this long wavy brown hair that glitters like a chocolate ice cream, a pair of beautiful brown eyes that captivates everyone, I mean it captivated me. You have this adorable height, has it ever occurred to you that you are more than two inches taller than me? And I am considered tall for a girl. You have this flame around you that makes you special. Beautiful and attractive like a blue fire and everybody knows that blue fire burns fiercer and hotter. You are like blue fire, Molly, attractive to look at and dangerous to touch but you also

“It was horrible. My wolf has officially left me.” “Oh, Molly. I am so sorry.” We all knew it was only a matter of time. Her will to live will soon start to fade, if it hasn’t already. Molly’s wolf wasn’t strong enough to survive the death of her mate. She had loved him since she was a little girl. As far as I remember, her life has centered around him. “Let me go home. I want to die at my home.” Molly said weakly. A sharp pain shot through me as the thought and sight of my friend. She had emotionally died and now it was a matter of time till her body caught up to her.

Everything I was before was gone. So who was I now? I wasn’t Luna anymore. That title belonged to Nyra. I wasn’t Corvin’s mate anymore, the bond was broken or replaced or whatever. I wasn’t even a full wolf anymore without Lyric. I was just Rael, nothing more. Just a broken woman with scars, pain, and no place in this world.

Suddenly, a massive white wolf leaped through the trees, landing with an eerie grace just a few meters from Braston. Molly let out a sharp scream, attempting to run, but she tripped and fell straight into a muddy bush. "My God, Fabrízio! We're going to die!" she screamed, covering her face with her arms as she curled up on the ground. Braston huffed, clearly exasperated. "Damn it, Molly! Did you see where you fell? That's Lupim!" he exclaimed, looking at her with disdain. "Could this get any worse?" he muttered, eyeing the mud covering Molly’s clothes.

They are going to kill her. Once again, there was no response, so I used whatever little energy I had to push the wolf off me and then clawed his face. He fell to the ground, whining, and when the third rogue saw that, he stopped playing. Molly tried to hit him with the stick, but he snatched it and clawed Molly across her face. “DADDY!” she screamed, falling to the ground. "Molly,” the word came out of my mouth like a whisper. I abandoned the fight to run towards her. “Leave her, you coward. Fight me!”

I pick up her faded scent and continue my search. I am beginning to break into sobs as my heart breaks. I do not want to accept that something happened to her, she has to be alive! She has to be! Yet, my mind does not escape the plagued memories of hearing her chilling scream somewhere in the woods. The moment we heard it, Molly, Rydon, and I started to scour the countryside looking for her. After Rydon left I made Molly go back to the campsite. She is not a full wolf yet, she may or may not have a wolf yet so, at that moment she was exhausting herself looking. She did not want to leave and was adamant about continuing with me until she nearly passed out from exhaustion. One of Rydon's warri

I was drawn from my thoughts when I heard Molly whisper to me. “I’m telling you, their mates, but she’s so closed off right now she doesn’t realize it.” Molly whispered as she, and Jax danced close to Rowen, and I. “I don’t know Molly. She would know better than we would.” I responded quietly. “She’s been stuck in her own head for so long over the stupid crap that Anthony guy has pulled, she may not realize it.” “But her wolf….”

At the sight of him she became very, very low, low to the dust, but in her heart she rejoiced, and out of the dust bloomed flowers. She was elated, but just as she turned to leave the bar, she caught a glimpse of the man in black not far away. The man was shrouded in darkness, and at his side stood a white wolf, its fur glistening as it sat majestically. But anyone passing by would have thought it was an albino husky, just a little bigger than a husky. Molly's face instantly changed, her fists clenched, and she turned her head to Jack, "Jack, go wait for me in the car, I'll be right there."

If Naomi could choose one way to describe Molly right now she'd go with 'in her element'. The woman was literally overjoyed finally getting to smugly tell her clever story of how she'd engineered this. "You were all so easy to manipulate. Now i will have the blood of the last of the white wolves and I will gift it to my daughter and we will be unstoppable." she crowed gleefully. Naomi didn't know what she was referring to.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.