The Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

He let loose something that vaguely, with a stretch of the imagination, resembled a howl. There was laughter all around as everyone joined in howling playfully—everyone except Sheep, who followed behind everyone else. Lone Wolf kept howling like a wolf possessed, all of his excitement from our adventure coming out in his attempt at wolf-song. It was like he was telling the sky about tonight's hunt. His story was coming out with yowls, howls, grunts, huffs, snarls, and even barks.

He was dressed in black and wearing a black hat, but even though the man's face was obscured, his presence was imposing. "Mr. Kennedy." The man greeted him respectfully after removing his sunglasses. When the sunglasses came off, Jade managed to see the man's face clearly and felt stunned. The person who had arrived was none other than the world-class mixed martial arts champion, Owen Jean, also known as Lone Wolf. It was said that his nickname had been given to him because he had killed a wolf with a single punch. Not being surprised would be simply inconceivable. Encountering such a heroic figure in the Fitzgeralds’ home was truly astounding.

she said softly. Their conversation was interrupted by a series of distant, measured footsteps approaching the safe house’s entrance. Both leaders turned toward the sound, eyes narrowing in instinctive alertness. A tall, lean wolf emerged from the mists—a solitary figure whose presence was strikingly out of place in the familiar territory of the pack. His coat was a mix of shadow and silver, and his eyes, luminous and intense, held a mixture of urgency and sorrow.

“She’s the one that found me. I’m a lone wolf. I love my life, but it isn’t easy trying to live as a human and make ends meet. So I started doing odd jobs when I almost exposed myself while working as a bartender in a human club. Trading information, spying, following cheating mates to get proof—that kind of thing. I didn’t go looking for her; she’s the one that found me.” Even though lone wolves aren’t usually a danger, they aren’t allowed to work in werewolf establishments. Most werewolf businesses are owned by packs, and since lone wolves gave up pack life, they can’t work for them. It would beat the point. “And why would you agree to work for her knowing you were going against an alpha?”

Without a doubt he would abuse it. Technically, that move made me a lone wolf. I was OK with that. That’s how I’d always felt anyway. Many pack less loan wolves ended up turning rogue, but not all. Rogues were thoughtless werewolves who allowed their base instincts to rule them. Typically, they turned to violence and crime. They became feral. Wolves and humans are social creatures. Most werewolves needed a pack to stay sane. Few were happy as loners. I’d practically been raised alone anyway. I’d be fine.

It was the only way I knew how to protect him. He was the last thread tethering me to the world. If I let him get too close, I might snap and drag him into my darkness. I thought, eventually, he’d stop trying, but he didn’t. Even after months, even after seasons changed and the cold crept into my bones, Zevarion still came, always alone with something useful. Always with hope. During the full moons, my wolf would rise and hunt. She rarely spared rogues who wandered too close. The main pack knew this, they avoided the borders during the lunar peaks.

Alpha Khan asked, praying silently for Alpha Ryder to change his mind, because he isn’t ready to give up his park. “I’m afraid there is nothing.” Alpha Ryder replied, he can’t change his mind because he’s not ready to fight with them, the last time he fought them in his wolf, his wolf wound badly because it’s blind, and he’s very sure the new recruit army will wanna fight in their wolf form.

Approaching the loners with caution, Alpha greeted them with a gentle voice, "Greetings, fellow travelers. What has brought you to our territory?" The leader of the loners, a seasoned wolf named Luna, stepped forward, her voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and resilience. "We have traveled far, driven from our home by strife and hardship. We seek refuge, a place where we can find safety and belonging." The pack members exchanged glances, their thoughts and emotions intertwined. Accepting the newcomers would bring both opportunities and challenges. Beta, known for his wisdom, stepped forward and addressed the pack, "We must consider the potential benefits of integrating them into our pa

Dad asked and the doctor nodded affirmatively. 'We can't have them treated here though, the threat is yet to be ridden of. We could be attacked at any moment.' "Yes Alpha. They are strong enough to travel." With dad's decree, everyone began to prepare for our return back home. The fight had occurred in the midst of nowhere. As rogues, it is quite commendable that they had all met and formed such a tenacious group. We have heard stories of how they attacked some weaker packs these past months, they raided their homes for food, money, and jewelries. The humans called them terrorists or bandits but the wolves knew better. These inhumane beings didn't just go around stealing food and property, t

“She slept with you, Grey. She fucking slept with you. You’re never this patient with anyone. What the actual fuck, Grey?!” There was a bitter taste on my tongue as I remembered that she’d poisoned my drink. I inhaled sharply and shook the thought out of my mind. “Calm the fuck down or we won’t get the information we need,” I warned my wolf. “How the hell do you expect a spy to tell you the truth?” My wolf asked. “You speak as though you don't know me at all.” My answer seemed to make him finally calm down, because he said, “When you're ready to have fun, call me so I'll be there to witness it.”