The Broken Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

That whatever had made me capable of feeling anything had died in that ravine with her. My wolf was completely silent now. Not the angry silence from before, but something deeper. Broken. Like part of his soul had been torn away. Maybe it had.

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.

A deafening howl exploded from the top of the altar. As the silver light dissipated, a gigantic silver wolf that was twice the size of a regular Alpha stood imposingly. This was my wolf form. My will was amplified by the howl and shot outward, crushing everything in its path. The Bloodbone pack's warriors at the front felt as if a hammer had struck their heads. Their low-born bloodlines couldn't withstand such overwhelming power. Blood spurted out of them, and their knees shattered under the unbearable pressure, making them kneel on the ground.

I should have known that something was wrong, that something didn't quite fit together perfectly, no matter how many times Althea would beg me to look closer and pay attention. But I didn't, I was blinded by love and the thing us werewolves cherish most, a bond. The bond pulls two individuals together and locks their fate. The bond that traps us werewolves, and the bond that's impossible to break without pain and heartbreak. The mate bond a gift from the moon goddess herself, and look where it's left me, in a room filled with spells that no one could break, no one but the grand witch herself. I tried using my wolf, Hayden, but he isn't strong enough to break the spell or the chains I've been

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

She isn't linked to anyone or their wolves. He starts laughing like a maniac. "You're right, I don't want you. I want your wolf and to get your wolf I have to have you so here we are. I'm tired of waiting for you to break. This will break you for sure and I can't wait until I see that light go from your eyes when you realize there's nno way out."

us voice broke. My heart cracked open, I struggled to hold back the tears. “My wolf started breaking,” he confessed "piece by piece. I was slowly turning rogue but I never stopped searching” I moved closer to him, my hand trembled as I reached up to touch his face. I opened my mouth to say something but he continued. “For months” he locked gazes with me "until the pain became unbearable. Until the pack elders decided I wasn't stable enough. And I was dangerous” a bitter smile crossed his lips " that's when they chained me.”