The Broken Wolf Novels & Stories

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

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.

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.

“I am your Alpha.” “No,” Nessa said. “You are the wolf they were afraid to disobey.” One of Hawthorne's men stepped away from him. The movement was small, but Hawthorne stared at the wolf as though he had been attacked. A second man followed. Then the third lowered his head, not in submission to Hawthorne but in confusion as an old pack scent returned to him. I looked at Nessa and finally understood. “You were never a failed Breaker.” Her pale eyes met mine. “No.”

"Do you honestly believe the pups or I care about the whispers of the high council? Stop hiding behind your internal scars! The fact that you threw our bond away at the transport gates hurt my wolf far deeper than any neurological flaw in your blood!" The other side of the link went entirely silent, the heavy sound of his breathing the only indicator that the line was still live. After a long moment, I pressed the advantage. "I phrased that incorrectly. The state of your mental health changes nothing for my wolf. If your condition was so unstable that your mind couldn't separate right from wrong on the ice, my inner wolf would never have accepted your mark in the first place!" "The break occ