The Broken Wolf Novels & Stories

" She was here In the warehouse! “ he roars. “We had her!" They get into action, they turn into the wolves and start sniffing and running. They are moving towards the cabin. They are going to find her. All our sacrifice on planning would be for nothing! Me and my wolf are agitated My wolf surges forward in my mind, desperate. “We might be able to reach her,” he suggests. “The mate bond…” “It is broken…” I reply agitatedly “Yes, even broken, something might remain. You just have to try,” he tries to calm me down

Lily’s voice whispered like ice in my head: “He’s not crazy, Ann. He’s beyond that. He’s consumed.” My heart sank. The man I once loved was gone. What stood before me now was a wolf—feral, broken, and utterly obsessed. *********

Bones broken and liquid spouted as more of them gave in to the alter, bloodlust surpassing them until they were powerless against it. Thomas uncovered his teeth at the wolves, calling for arrange. Once they'd calmed down to a moo thunder, he turned his consideration to the youthful werewolf anticipating his choice. Brock held his breath, indeed in spite of the fact that he knew what was coming. There was no other choice to be made, truly. Not with him having fair talked his confession uproarious and clear in front of the whole pack and the prove of Sara's developing stomach: The stomach that was developing in show disdain toward of the fact that her spouse had been off working with another p

A sure sign they had been rogues for a long time. A wolf could only go so long without a pack before the wolf and human couldn't stay together in the same vessel. One would overpower the other. At that point, they would either go feral, or they would start to break down, their skin too fragile to hold in the two beings within the delicate flesh it was gifted.

Twenty minutes later, my suitcase waited by the door. That's when the front door slammed open. Kaelan carried Seraphina inside like she weighed nothing. She hung limp in his arms, skin gray as ash, lips bloodless—silver sickness, the worst thing a wolf can face. "Beckett!" His voice thundered through the house. "Universal antidote. Now." Beckett appeared at a run, took one look at her, and went pale. "It's gone, Alpha. We're out. We need Pureblood blood to synthesize more."

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

From behind, the way his shoulders rose with every breath and the way his muscles bulged, told me how he was desperately trying to maintain a grip over his temper. “Your highness, I-I… I didn’t mean to…” Husky was shaking so badly I could barely make out the words. “I didn’t know…” What happened next was unlike anything I’d witnessed before. Derek let go of Husky’s neck and without a single moment’s hesitation, dug his claws into Husky’s chest. I could practically hear the sound of flesh breaking as Derek pulled out Husky’s bloody, still beating, heart. My knees weakened and I found myself falling to the ground. I never imagined – even for once in my life – that I would ever see someone lite

He always got tense when I mentioned about wanting to leave. “I've been meaning to ask you.” I spoke looking at my hands so he wouldn't see the scared look in my eye. “You have told me of packs and communities. Places people are born too. I'm born to nowhere. Is there anywhere for...” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “For someone like me? Somewhere for abandoned wolves? Somewhere that is safe?” This was playing on my mind a lot over the last few days. Both Liam and Alice explained to me about Rogue wolves, how they live in isolation and kill and cause chaos. I didn't want to become a rogue.

The Alphas, The Pure and higher ranked went to the Academy. At school I was occasionally bullied but mostly ignored. The half hearted bullying stopped when my wolf suddenly made an appearance when I was 13,earlier than it should have and to everyone's surprise. My symbiant other half, was nothing like my human form, in fact, the absolute opposite. He was a big black bristling wolf with red hungry eyes. It took a long time for us to meld together into a comfortable partnership. We were wary of each other and trust had to be earned. People thought twice about how they treated me after that. I much preferred being ignored than beaten.

She said, the sick smile still plastered on her face. “Why are you telling me all this” I asked her amidst the tears that was pouring down my face. “I have one more thing to tell you” she said as her eyes finally found mine. “Something even worse?” I asked her. “When I found out Ethan was plagued with a broken wolf, I tried to find out the reason for it, it turns out that when a baby werewolf suffers great loss or trauma when they are born, the wolf in them get broken and twisted up so I believe when I killed his mother, the mother and child bond was still strong between them and that feeling of loss had broken him” she said.