The Longing Of Lone Wolves Novels & Stories

I mutter. The air smells of fear and arrogance. Both have become familiar perfumes. Half of them are terrified, and the other half are assholes. This is the part I hate most, the arrival. And the hope they bring with them. Every year they look the same: warriors, lovers, cowards, killers. And every year, I have to pretend that one of them might survive long enough to set me free. They never do. “Are you enjoying the show, little wolf?”

Miranda was distorted. She wished for nothing more than for things to return to normal after the misfortune that took place seven years ago. It’s a shame that her life will now be filled with loneliness. But she has to be strong and accept her fate. And with that in mind, she went to work. She worked at Little Stars Orphanage in Bluestone Valley. Her uncle used to own this place, but she has taken over the management post his death.

With the unyielding resolve of a lone wolf, he unleashed a fury fueled by vengeance, ensuring that Tyler's memory would be avenged. Samuel's journey as a lone wolf had come full circle. In his relentless pursuit of justice, he had found redemption, not only for his brother but for himself as well. And as he vanished into the wilderness, the echoes of his howl carried a solemn promise—that the lone wolf would forever be a symbol of unwavering determination, a testament to the indomitable spirit that resides within us all.

The sight of lone with this witch, holding arms and so close to each other , looking like the perfect couple , makes my heart breaks in half,and i almost shed a tear. We lock eyes for a quick second lone and i ,sending chills down my spine his dark red eyes showing his dark side turns me on every time i look into it ,while his witch is carried away cheering like a little kid ,at the mates while they kiss ,while having her arms on his leg ,she plants a kiss on his cheeks ,mimicking the couples without getting a reaction from lone who's eyes where still locked on mine. "Whats that papi " i hear her say ,i easily pick that up with my were wolf senses ,as she turns his face towards hers ,and bre

It made me wonder if I was born to remain a lone wolf, even though it wasn’t by choice. My father despised me. My mother left me the day I was born. It seemed like my existence brought nothing but pain to the lives of others. I felt like a plague because that was how people treated me. I was a burden to everyone around me. I had a voice but never expressed myself. My identity as the Alpha’s daughter didn’t come with any perks. As a loner, I searched for acceptance and found none. I yearned for a place to lay my head upon when I was wounded and found rocks. I didn’t fit in with anyone. I had no idea how to love or how to be loved. I grew up swimming in the pool of hatred and pain. In the quie

Even his silence. And storms? Storms weren’t meant to rage alone. The forest grew still. Too still. Pawprints lined the mud again. Wolves circling. Waiting. I gripped my dagger, forcing a grin I didn’t feel. “Okay, boys. Come out. Let’s see if freedom comes with free dental coverage.” No answer. Just the weight of eyes watching. And under the bravado, under the humor, my chest burned with something worse than fear. Longing. Because if Kael were here, at least I wouldn’t feel so alone...

How lonely her life will be Wolves mating were till eternity, nothing can break their mating bond unless one of them decides to reject the other and face the consequences of roaming the whole earth forever. “You should leave with your pack members, just like I told you before, leave Quinn before it is too late. You don’t want to be lonely from this age you are when lovers are wrapped in each other’s arms to warm up themselves when they are moaning and wanting their lovers more and more to satisfy their sexual craving, you will be in your room, alone, cold driving into your spine because there is no one to help you drive away the cold, there is no one to make you moan and feel like a real wom

It’s his first night, nothing ever happens on the first night. And then as fast as it went, faster did it come back– that looming, menacing presence. For just ten metres away stood a hooded figure. And it was looking right at him. Dark as the night itself, silent as the wind. He can see nothing of it, other than how its eyes glowed. And then it ran. Not towards him. But somewhere else. Somewhere– the Dragon Gate. The young wolf sprinted, his body already knowing what that thing was before his mind could process what was happening. How could he not when they’ve been fighting its kind for centuries. It is embedded in their blood. Part of their very being.

Maybe I wasn't cut out for love, maybe I was destined to be alone forever. The lonely wolf, nice name right? If that's the title I was given then maybe I should stick with it. Afterall, it's better than getting hurt over and over again. It's really sad when I thought about it though, when I thought about all the things I have been through.

Up there on roof of the building, Carlos laid on his back with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed as he looked at the drifting clouds. "*Sigh*...I remember when these fights used to be fun." He said to himself, alone. "I actually used to put in some effort back then! Until I didn't." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "It's been around a year and whatever the hell caused me to transform into a wolf-beast man is still a mystery to me. What's worse is I still can't tell this to anyone. The voice inside my head tells me not to and I don't know why, like it's warning me or something." Carlos was only 16 when he went through a painstaking transformation out of the damn blue th