The Wolf Never Sleeps Novels & Stories

It is everywhere. I fear that it is that very instance that I birthed the Black Death. A wintery presence that wraps around me like a sheet of ice and snow, and leaves me numb to everything but this particular moment. That gives the illusion that the dangerous minefields going off inside me are quiet pastures of green. Above it all, I am confused. Baffled in a sense. I have never known such disrespect. Perhaps it is because I am the Night Wolf. I do not have to warn or threaten—What is mine is known by all, and none dare come even as close as to graze. It is an unwritten rule, nay, Law — for those to whom their lives are valued.

The she-wolf came near his face and tried to give him a smooch. Drake lifted his paw and slapped her face. He then looked at the she-wolf with disdain and said, “You better run away before I rip that head of yours from your neck. Who do you think you are?” His eyes turned dark and everyone whimpered in fright. They thought he was going to attack them because of one she-wolf’s foolishness. But then Drake slid on the ground and closed his eyes to take a nap. All the wolves were rendered speechless after hearing his snores. They couldn't believe that he could sleep so loudly after threatening someone so harshly.

**Vera’s POV** Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. I stepped outside. Lycan was already there, leaning against a tree. “You always know when I need company,” I said. “I’m a wolf,” he replied. “We sense things.” I stepped closer. “You okay?” he asked. “No.” “Why?” “That girl. The white-haired one. I’ve seen her before.” He turned to me. “Where?” “In Silas’s camps. But she was kept in a cage.”

My eyes traveled round her face. She shifted in her sleep, murmuring something under her breath. Incoherent but filled with sorrow that didn’t come from being drunk. The little wolf was hurt. It wasn’t going to take time for her to wake up. Wolves aren’t lightheaded like humans. She was just a weak wolf but she is still a wolf. I laid my head back on the pillow, eyes never leaving her. I will decide when she wakes up what to do with the little wolf in my den.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

"Do they mix you up with them?" Ravena laughed. "Once upon a time, a female wolf in heat lifted her tail and enticed my brother to mate with her." We couldn't stop giggling, my sister and I. Except that the next day, a male lone wolf attempted to mate with me. Then it wasn't as amusing. Leidolf pursued him, and we never saw him again in our land." Carol chuckled, then her countenance became solemn. "I've studied wolf behavior extensively. Once they've decided on a partner, they'll copulate with them repeatedly, then back up to them, sometimes even throwing their leg over them to defend their mate."

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr

Why is there a wolf in my bed? I slowly started to sit up, glancing towards the sharp teeth in his mouth before I glanced at the rabbit and wrinkled my nose at the dead thing in my bed. I poked it then nudged it off the bed before I slipped out from under the wolf quickly and got out of the bed myself. The wolf curled up in my spot and let out a yawn, his tail wagging. I frowned and watched it. It acts so innocent... but it's not supposed to be in here. "LYLE! THERE'S A DOG IN MY BED! GET YOUR WOLF!" I shouted, backing away from the bed. Ugh... my sheets.... I sighed softly as I watched it, making sure it wasn't going to get up and come after me. Even if it does smell good under all that dir

That was fun. There was something about the new wolf too, something that made her heart flutter. It was almost like he had an aura around him. She wondered which pack member he was. Except for James she didn't know any other males, none of them even introduced themselves. It didn't matter though. Clara still had no intention of getting close to these people. Clara made it back to her room. It was almost four am. Even though she was awake for almost twenty-four hours going to bed was unlikely. The whole pack would sleep most of the day tomorrow, Clara included. She needed something to burn off her energy.