The Broken Wolf Novels & Stories

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

I couldn't bear to imagine it but if the mate bond is broken, maybe I could. But once the mate bond is broken, the purpose of a wolf's life ends too. What's there to live for if your mate is gone? There can be other interests but I didn't want to look up to them. As I took a deep breath, my feet weren't willing to move for the after-effects of what our talk will conclude to. "Please." I whimpered inaudibly, pushing my feet and practically dragging them to the cell he was held captured in. My eyes slowly lifted up from my feet to the chains tied around his legs and his hands as he laid almost dead on the hard cold ground.

That was what Honey saw. Honey confronted them right there and then, and the woman made it seem like Kobe allowed it to happen. They broke up but were reunited again after two months. As for Lyken, she really thought she could change him too. Jada thought that she could make him loyal and faithful despite being a notorious womanizer, but she was wrong. Lyken was one big mistake. Instead of me changing him, it was he who changed her, from a good girl to a bad girl. Jada’s analysis of both men was interrupted when a girl approached Kristoff while he was on his way back to their table. Seeing her body language, she was obviously flirting with him.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” Her laugh was bitter and broken. “Alone’s safer.” The words tore through me, sharper than any rogue’s claws. I stopped moving, giving her space even though every instinct screamed at me to close the distance. Then the wind shifted again, carrying her scent in full force, and it was like I’d been struck by lightning. My wolf surged forward, snarling. She’s hurt. I took a closer look. There were deep bruises on her arms, largely visible even beneath her sleeves. Her whole body seems swollen, as if she’d taken a blow all over. Rage roared in my chest, nearly drowning out my wolf’s possessive growl.

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

She was attempting to wait. Then it occurred. The relic broke entirely in a bright blaze of light, sending waves of energy rushing out in all directions. Dominick covered his eyes, but the earth in front of him seemed to split apart as the light dimmed. An ancient wolf spirit with a dark, whirling shape that alternated between light and shade and eyes that glowed with the might of ages sprang from the broken fragments of the Obsidian Stone. With his pulse pounding in his chest, Dominick took a step back. The deep, darkly powerful voice of the wolf spirit reverberated in his head.

I asked. "Barely." It replied. "The bond is cut on both sides but it doesn't completely vanish. There will always be fragments. Fragments that will fade with time." Whatever my wolf said might be true but I could tell it was not concerned with the details surrounding the matter. It was all very black-and-white for him—Lydia was ours, so she had to be claimed. As such, it was particularly angry with me. Not that it was unusual for my wolf to be in a somber mood. It had somewhat of a dark disposition, in fact. Well of course he did. Not only had he surfaced prematurely, but he had been born in rage and fear. The only grey area that came with my wolf was Loretta. I temporarily thought about Fio

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

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.

Wolves watched from the trees, their eyes catching the fading light. The quarry opened up suddenly, a wide scar in the earth lit by torches and moonlight. Wolves gathered in a loose circle, their energy buzzing, volatile. Draven stood at the center. When he saw me, his smile widened. “Welcome,” he said. “The fault lines are finally breaking.” My wolf rose, fierce and unyielding. Whatever happened tonight, there would be no turning back.