The Wolf Never Sleeps Novels & Stories

"Did you sleep well tonight? What are you doing up so early in the morning?" Most of the higher-ranked wolves usually slept until nine, while the omega wolves were forced to wake up before five, to do menial jobs around the pack. It was cruel, and even when they had nothing to do, they should be awake. They were treated worse than the slaves in this f*cking pack and Amelia hated it. Hated Colton even more for it.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. In the stillness of the night, a massive black wolf prowled gracefully around the slumbering men scattered on the forest floor. His nostrils flared as he meticulously sniffed each of them before dashing across the boundary where another wolf, cloaked in rich brown fur, waited in anticipation. They stood, nose to nose, an unspoken dialogue flowing between them, until the brown wolf yielded, melting back into the embrace of the dark woods. The black wolf hurriedly returned to the sleeping warriors, only to be interrupted by the rustle of leaves and the muted sounds of approaching paws.

Emma POV Emma couldn’t sleep. She kept having dreams of wolves attacking her pack and killing everyone, and she was helpless to stop it. All she could do was stand there, frozen, watching everyone in her pack die. The dreams were getting worse, more vivid, and changing. Now, in the middle of the wolves there was this one wolf that stood in the center of the rest. This wolf was solid red, the color of blood, its eyes were completely black. She had seen this wolf before. It was the same one that attacked her. She didn’t know what it was about this wolf, but it terrified her.

“ I'm not going to keep telling you what happened. Lena, Dad will be getting off soon. We don't have time to stop and catch you up. “ I slide down into my seat, saying sorry. I'm not even in the mood to argue at this point. Torrine rolls her eyes and says, “You didn't miss much. We saw a human turn into a wolf. The eyes changed color, and the body transformed into an animal. It looked painful. “ I'm looking at the excitement in torrines eye. She quickly presses play and shushes everyone. Now I'm thinking of the night I was in the field and how my eyes changed. I quickly ask can I see that remote? Grabbing the remote, I rewind for five minutes. Gaia screams, “Stop! You're going too far !” pre

So I actually had a wolf but it didn’t awaken because of my father? That man was more cruel than I ever thought. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Call me when you’re free.” As the call ended, I turned to Lucien, my eyes glistened with tears. But it wasn’t because I was sad, it was tears of joy. “I’m not actually cursed, I have a wolf.” He nodded. “Yeah…you were never cursed. You’re too amazing to be cursed. Your father was just an asshole.” He said, his voice comforting. “Come here.”

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

Her movements agile like a cat, not the wolf I know she is. She goes for my throat with her claws, I trap her hand in my fist, swiping at her with my free hand and we end in the same position, at a standstill she whispers, slightly winded one dark eyebrow arched “A sleeper, that’s what we call them. When the wolf is buried so deep inside, you can hardly sense it” we spring back landing on our feet still facing off. “Sleeper” I repeat with a nod of my head. She tips her head at me “Again” she commands.

But as her eyes met with the husky like wolf, she was stunned, "No, a wolf?" "Mate, it's me." The wolf voiced, taking a step towards her. Hearing the Wolf talk, she moved backwards continuously. "Don't come closer." It was a majestic black wolf with silver streaks and it's dark green eyes looked so beautiful as if the forest lived in his eyes. "Mate." "I said, don't come closer. Do..." Suddenly opening her eyes, Maryn took some deep breaths. Taking a surreptitious glance around as she found herself lying on the bed, she heaved a sigh. "It was a dream."

he told her. "What's happening?" Francine kept on asking, as she held his face, worried. "My mother gave me wolf sleeping powder," he told her. It was a powder that allowed a wolf to sleep for a year or more like it was hibernating. Or, it could kill it, if it was unlucky. "Protect my mate, please," Christian begged Francine, as the place started to get dark. "She's my everything," he said. "I will, sir," she answered him.

Drake said with a mocking tone. Alright. I confess. I want to be with her all the time. I want to see her, I don't even want to get my eyes off of her. Whenever she's around and I can smell her scent my wolf will go crazy. And its really fucking hard for me to control him. I am a werewolf, Drake and Kurt also. We only have one mate/soulmate for our whole existence,and once we found who's our mate the wolf inside of us will go crazy to mark her. But I have to control my wolf for some reasons.