The Broken Wolf Novels & Stories

They were sharp and wild, restored to their true lupine nature. A golden light burned within them. "Impossible!" Larry roared. "Father, this is a mistake!" A shockwave of whispers rippled through the hall. "Derek? The Silver Moon princess chose Derek?" "The one they call the Broken Wolf...?" "Wait, look at his eyes..." Derek walked toward the platform, each step steady and strong. He no longer needed a wheelchair. The old Alpha nodded in satisfaction. "Derek, come here." "Father!" Larry rushed forward, his face red with fury. "There must be a misunderstanding! How could Reina choose him? We're fated mates!"

I wait for the pain, for the strange end, but that’s when something soars right through the broken window, demolishing the entire section of the wall. It’s a big white wolf.

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and pleading. "I promise, I’ll cut ties with Lilith and her family. From now on, I’ll only have eyes for you. We can start over—we can have a happy life together!" I scoffed, curling my lips into a sarcastic smile. I laughed at his naivety and foolishness. "Do you really think we can go back to what we were?" Behind me, I heard his anguished howl. It was the sound of the werewolf in him being consumed by pain, just like how he was.

“If you think this is only about death you are mistaken. You broke a treaty.” “Yes but if this were only about the treaty you would’ve taken other forms of compensation.” He smirked, “You are wise.” “I offer all of Sun Wolf land, now as part Traga I have no use for it. It has no fertile soil but many minerals which could be of benefit to you.” He leaned in. The elders seemed interested too. “In addition, we have a rare wolf with us. Falcon is an unusual breed of wolves, giant and ancient. We offer him as a service for wars or acts of intimidation.”

“So come at me, Garrett. Finish it properly or don't finish it at all.” He sighs. Then he moves. Faster this time. Harder. No more holding back. I try to defend. Try to counter. Try to do something other than just survive. But I'm too slow. Too weak. Too broken. Each hit lands. Each blow drives me closer to the ground. And through it all, I feel the eyes of the pack on me. Judging. Disappointed. Already mourning the leader they thought they'd have. This is what being broken looks like. This is what losing your wolf means. This is what I am now, and everyone is watching.

“The border magic is strong. It severs the connection for wolves who cross without permission. And a mate rejection, especially a public one, can shatter the spirit. Your wolf is dormant, child. Perhaps even… broken.” The words were a cold confirmation of my worst fear. My wolf was gone. I was just… me. A broken human, trapped in a body that craved blood. “Why am I here?” I asked, looking from Lyra to Lysander. “What do you want from me?” My voice was weak, but a flicker of defiance, a spark of that green fire, tried to ignite within me. They thought they had me. But I wouldn’t break. Not entirely.

And for a second, she wasn’t sure which of them was the wolf and which was the warning. But she didn’t look away. She never looked away now. “Then let them know I will,” she said. The wind shifted. The storm broke. And around her, the packless howled. The sound of them filled the clearing like a storm breaking open from beneath the earth. Not just wolves. Not just rogues. But the broken, the forgotten, the outcast. Their howls weren’t uniform—they were jagged things, discordant and raw, some cracked from years of silence, others still caught in human throats. It wasn’t beautiful. It wasn’t noble. It was real.

The other wolves followed him as if he were the leader of them all. Soon Christian was left alone with his wolf, thinking about all that he had learned about himself and his father. "When you return to your world you will have full control over me. You will never hear my voice again, Alpha Christian," his wolf said. He was the first to give him that title. Christian nodded to him with great respect. "Become the great Alpha that your father never was," his wolf said, before he slowly started to disappear. "I will," Christian assured him. "And take care of our beautiful mate," his wolf added.

Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled. Resentment simmered between them: Sean with his grudges, Rowena with her cold shoulder. Nancy confided in me that the pair, though housemates, were at each other's throats daily, stirring up a racket that could wake the dead. The stillborn they brought home did not last long before it decayed, swarming with maggots, filling the house with a stench worse than a sewer. Rowena's grip on sanity started to slip, her days filled with wild outbursts. A video of one such episode, self-recorded, went viral and, bizarrely, turned a profit.

“ The truth. About your wolf. About your bloodline. And about the prophecy they are trying so hard to bury.” ***** The next morning,I awoke to chaos. I dragged myself outside. Curiosity overshadowed my exhaustion. The scene before me left me speechless,the air was thick with smoke,and distant howls echoed across the pack,many wolves were rushing towards the borders. “What's happening?” I asked a nearby wolf. “Rogues.” He said breathlessly. “They have breached the eastern perimeter”. My heart dropped to my foot. Rogues were a rare and dangerous threat. Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning.