The Broken Wolf Novels & Stories

And when the time came, my final moves would play out as planned. The broken girl Conan saw was only a shell now, shed like a snake's skin to reveal something stronger beneath. My enemies and allies alike would soon come to understand that this wolf had grown cunning claws in the wilderness of exile, learned to find footing amid ruin. And she would tear down the world itself to protect her cubs if that was demanded.

“Come here.” Lucien pulled me into a warm hug. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. I was no longer the broken girl who didn’t have a wolf. My father’s death had ended the war, but my mother’s confession had given me back my power. I couldn’t wait to meet my wolf. I couldn’t wait to navigate my new life with the absolute love of my life by my side. ~~~~~~ Thank you for reading until the end. <3.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

“You're going to break yourself if you continue to keep it inside.” Cecilia turned, her eyes glinting with held-back feelings. “They turned their backs on me, Annie. My family, my pack. They threw me out like I was nothing.” Her voice trembled, and she collapsed onto a nearby chair, cradling her head in her hands. "How can I recover from that?" Annie crouched down next to her, gently resting a reassuring hand on her arm. "You are among the powerful wolves I have come across." And you’re not alone on this. You have me.”

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

The profound and natural detachment emanating from me filled him with a bone-chilling fear. "You can't. You also can't win back the deep-rooted trust I once had in you. Everything you're doing now is like a willful pup. You're trying to piece together a broken bond—that's not possible. "From now on, we shouldn't meet ever again." With that, I stepped forward and walked past him. In that moment, I felt my wolf instincts awakening. I threw myself completely into the peacekeeping work at the frontier. Every battle here, every confrontation, stirred the hidden power within me.

It seemed as though the world had twisted itself around me, trapping me in this nightmare that I couldn't escape. Being an omega had never felt like a blessing, but here, in this twisted reality with Colton, it felt like nothing but a curse. A fate that had bound me to a world of suffering, pain, and degradation. I hated being omega—hated the helplessness that came with it, hated how it made me vulnerable to the whims of cruel men who saw me as nothing more than a possession. A toy to play with, a thing to use, that’s all I had ever been to anyone who crossed my path.

Warren's wolf had woken, but to pin the drying of the spring on me, and to silence the pack's talk, Alpha Kane brought in a doctor to examine Warren's wolf spirit. After a long examination, the doctor spoke the truth in front of the entire Moonwatch Pack. "Warren's wolf spirit is broken. Before, yes, it was masked by dark magic. But five years of steady dosing let the magic seep into the marrow. Combined with the drying of the spring and the backlash of deceiving the Moon Goddess, and the magic has fully erupted. The damage now is real." Those words shattered every last one of Warren's schemes. And they broke Alpha Kane's final illusion.

Her grief was his grief. And somewhere beneath all that pain, her wolf stirred weakly, causing his to howl, it surged, and his heart restarted. His claws found purchase on the riverbed, and he dragged himself onto the ice, gasping and bleeding. She was alive, but she was dying from the slow decay of a rejected bond. Her wolf was consuming itself, eating its own magic to keep her heart beating and she probably didn't even know. She had maybe a year, maybe less. He'd done this, he'd broken her. And the guilt was as fresh as it had been since the ritual that evening.

I could hear the sickening crack of his ribs. I scrambled backward, as they all moved slowly towards me. Then the largest of them all stalked forward, saliva dripping from its muzzle. Its red eyes locked onto me. I tried to shift, but I couldn’t. My wolf was too weak, she was broken by years of abuse, and malnutrition. The largest wolf tensed to spring.