The Lone Wolf Takes A Chance Novels & Stories

We'd need to be stealthy, quick, and precise. As we finalized our plan, Elodie's presence seemed to grow, her determination infectious. She was ready for this, and I knew I had to be too. But the fear lingered, a constant reminder of what could go wrong. Of everything that could possibly go wrong. “What do we need to know about the lone wolf?” Elodie asked Laila with an air of authority that I hadn’t noticed about her before. She looked so focused as Laila went on about how the lone wolf had traveled vast and lived among different kinds, how he had gathered knowledge and power over the years that made him immortal, and how he could only die when his heart was captured by “the chosen one”.

A lone wolf is naked and doesn’t have to remove the only thing that gives him warmth – it’s fur. It threads lightly because it knows it’s prone to the danger of the night. It works smart and not hard. It knows working hard would only make him weak faster. So he doesn’t try to work hard. Only calculating his steps and action. Following it’s prey behind till it devours it. It’s plan simple and short. Take from them what they took from it. It didn’t matter how much time it’d take. It just wanted it’s revenge. It wanted them to go through the same pain it had through go through.

Marking her soft neck and claiming her tiny cunt with his baby maker. Cole had managed to keep his wolf in control till now but now as Elsa dangled in front of him, inviting him to feast over her body to his heart’s content, Cole lost the fight of control with his wolf. As soon as he had finished tying Elsa to the tree, he had let his wolf take the control over his body. Cole had turned into a huge brown wolf with honey colored eyes. His wolf had started breathing deeply and stomping its feet down loudly on the ground. It had stomped over to the dangling body of Elsa and without waiting for another minute, it was buried its nose inside her pussy.

The brown wolf taking advantage of my predicament to fight lunged at me without hesitation. Suddenly, Darren’s mighty raven wolf sped by my side and with one closing of his strong jaw, ripped out the throat of the brown wolf. The opponent had only focused on me, noticing my rank and had tuned out the chaos around him, so he didn’t expect Darren to enter from his left. Blood gushed all over me, and I wiped the warm scarlet liquid from my face. Darren made a whining noise at me, to confirm that I was okay.

Which could only mean one thing– a predator is near. The young wolf stopped. His every sense is awake, watchful, cautious. And then there was a scent. Of something unfamiliar. They were taught since they were very young, the unknown is dangerous– and he might not see it, but he knows, he’s within the presence of something, someone dangerous. From the corner of his eye he saw something moved. And relief washed through him upon seeing that it was only just a squirrel. It’s his first night, nothing ever happens on the first night.

This one word seemed to contain a peculiar enchantment, causing the air around them to fall by a few degrees. Lone Wolf took a step forward, cracking his knuckles. “Our young miss didn’t spend thirty million to see you lot putting on airs in front of us. Show us what you’re capable of.” There was no expression on Pluto’s face, and his five subordinates seemed unfazed too. Just then, the black man stepped up. “Are you going to show us? Okay.” Lone Wolf snorted before dashing towards the black man. He held his fist tight, bursting forth like a flash of thunder.

Lone Wolf got up from the ground, and looked at Frederick in shock. His subordinates were furious. They took a step forward, prepared to strike. "Stop, all of you!" Lone Wolf ordered. He broke out in a cold sweat—not out of pain, but fear. If any of them made a move, none of them would leave this place alive. "Boss, what did I do wrong? Please point it out and punish me accordingly!" Lone Wolf exclaimed while he knelt to the ground. "You've made a name for yourself now. You even have a team of oil thieves working for you, and you've stolen from my oilfield," Frederick sneered sarcastically.

Here I was screaming at the guards who mentioned that a lone wolf was found lurking around the forest to the northwest of the kingdom at the south of Minburn where mostly everyone let out their wolves, THREE DAYS AGO, they decide to tell me this now. Any lone wolf in North America is part of Azzrail's pack. It's not safe at all for a couple of teens, who are unprotected running when there is a lone wolf around. We still haven't come to the conclusion of why a lone wolf can never control its thirst. Which makes it even harder

Mason sneered moments before shaking his shoulders and lurching forward, calling his wolf forward with a howl. My heart pounded as I watched the wolf emerge before me. Chaos was big, but not as big as Storm. He paced side to side as he sized up his opponents. It was clear to see he was a lesser wolf to Storm. He didn’t stand tall, and he wasn’t as broad. His fur was black with chestnut flecks, he was a beautiful wolf but nothing compared to Storm. “Look what you have done, Stacy; we were so close, and now this!” My mum snapped in my ear, the loving woman was gone, and the power-hungry one remained. “Come on; we may be able to sort this if we hurry.”

Trying to dodge their sharp teeth, Louve kept running and jumping just to keep them away from her, but one was able to grabbed her, pulling back roughly, making her yelp in pain while she tried to make it to the building, even if it meant dragging herself with the wolf on her tail. With a loud growl, she turned around at a quick speed, biting the wolf’s neck and shaking him until he let her go and fell limp on the ground, dead. More rogues were approaching, making her run faster until she was able to reach the entrance of the school. With more of them closer, she could hear loud howls in the distance and three wolves jumped in action. I recognized them. ‘Amoux,’ I said, relieved. He was foll