The Broken Wolf Novels & Stories

As her arm came around, my wolf allowed her to scratch my arm, but caught both of her arms at once. The crazed look got worse. As we locked eyes, I knew what my wolf was going to do. Snapping my head forward, my forehead made contact with her nose. Instantly breaking it. Blood started pouring out, but we didn’t stop. Puling her arms closer to us, my knee broke a few ribs. The satisfying snap was like fuel to the fire.

Noir cleared his throat and said seriously, “Andy, now that Cyclops is dead and the border is peaceful, you have nothing to worry about. “Since Ms. Crestfall likes you so much and is trying her best to pursue you, why don’t you give both her and yourself a chance? “Speaking of…” A cunning look flashed on Noir’s face. “A few days ago, the commanders of the Lycantroops even asked me if the Wolf King had found a Wolf Queen, and when they will have a Wolf Prince.” What the f*ck. A Wolf Prince? What kind of rubbish was that? Andrius rolled his eyes at Noir. “I’m not who Luna likes. She likes the high and mighty Wolf King who can always protect her. Besides...

I turned to face Kyle with a furious gaze. "Look Ash, it's not what you think, I promise I will never cheat on you again... " I grabbed his shoulder with my hands and forced him to his knees. I was fighting my wolf and trying to suppress her from coming to the surface, but her cage was broken after a few minutes and I gave in to her. She forced Kyle to his knees eyes flaring red and anger burning through her. We glared at him before bending down and sinking our teeth into his neck.

Later that evening, I went to the town library and used a public computer to search anything tied to my past contacts. Nothing showed up. Then I saw an article. “Lycan Wolf Spirit Officially Marked Lost” My throat tightened. I clicked the link. The article said Lycan had disappeared from his pack. No one knew where he was. Some believed he lost his purpose after walking away from me. “No,” I whispered. “I did that…” My phone buzzed again. Another message: “You stole more than a wolf. Time to return what you broke.” I felt like screaming.

My senses went on high alert as I followed the sound. I found her leaning against a tree, her small frame trembling with exhaustion. Ava. She was the pack’s outcast, known only as “The Broken One.” Born prematurely with a twisted spine, Ava’s existence had always been a mystery and a burden. No wolf was ever born with defects; it defied the natural order. Her family had largely disowned her, save for her father and one of her brothers. The rest barely tolerated her presence I approached cautiously. “Ava?” I asked. “Are you okay?”

"A broken wolf. One whose bond has been severed but didn't fade. They go mad. They live in the wild places between territories. They feel the hole where their pack was every second. It makes them… vicious." Another howl, closer this time. Then, the sound of something big moving fast through the underbrush, coming right for us. "We're in its hunting ground," Rhydian said. "And it's hungry." The trees at the edge of the clearing exploded. A massive, wolf-like creature leaped out. But it was wrong. Its fur was patchy. Its eyes glowed with a sick, feverish yellow light. Drool hung from its jaws. It stank of rot and madness. It was a living warning of what a broken bond could do. And it was stari

It was a strange feeling, as if something inside of him was waking up. It wasn't just his wolf that was waking, it was something much deeper. His wolf, who had been sleeping since he woke up in this pack, was now waking up. He felt winter coming to the surface, reaching out from the dark depths of his head. He heard his voice for the first time in so long, but couldn't quite make out what Winter was saying. He was still too far away. His words were muffled and unclear until they were suddenly so loud that they hurt, and the Omega winced as he grabbed his head.

Damian locked himself in his study, never leaving its confines. He had completely abandoned all resistance. Day after day, night after night, he drowned himself in liquor. The once-proud Alpha of the Blackrock pack had become a hollow shell, a drunk staggering through the ruins of his own life. His wolf had grown so weak it could only let out faint, desperate cries. Meanwhile, the Bloodfang pack's army had massed at the borders. War had erupted. The Blackrock pack, leaderless and disoriented, crumbled.

"Is that so?" I clapped my hands. The screens switched again. This time, the video showed a battered wolf bowing his head as he confessed, "Fine! It was me! The Alpha of the Moonlight pack ordered me to do it! He said if I made Luna lose her wolf and the pup in her belly, he'd pay me a huge sum of money!" The hall fell into a deathly silence. Cheating and terminating a pregnancy were scandals, but losing a wolf was a devastating injury for a werewolf.

“When the bond snapped now. Did you feel it too?" His face went white. "What?" "The mate bond," I said. "It is gone. I broke it." “Not at all,” he quickly said, shaking his head. "No, that is impossible. Bonds cannot be broken. They can be damaged but not…” “I broke it,” I repeated emphatically. “My wolf wanted freedom more than it wanted you. She ripped that to shreds, devoured it piece by piece until it was gone.”