Thoughtful Wof Novels & Stories

[Kael] After I got home from work, I focused on the new product’s launch. I don’t want any more problems popping up so I’m making sure that everything goes smoothly. I buried myself in paperwork so I wouldn’t have to think about bad thoughts. I wanted to believe that Amelia is safe somewhere and she left out of her own volition. I don’t want to even think about the possibility of her getting hurt because of me. I tried not to think about it but it was getting harder and harder to stop. I just wish that she’s happy right now. I didn’t notice that I was getting tired from looking through a bunch of paperwork. I kept going and going and eventually I fell asleep on my desk again.

His features were hard and unrelaxed. “He might not be a danger! You should just calm down!” I said and I realised how much it sounds like I am defending the intruder. Werewolves are very protective of their pack and members. So any Alpha would probably feel the same way as Eaton right now. I just feel like Eaton shouldn’t act like we are on a different team right now.

' My wolf unhelpfully states, reminding me just how much he uses his skills of reading my thoughts, only adding to my frustration. 'Oh, trust me, dumbass, you are most certainly a pain in my ass. And it is shit. Shit I do not need right now. Shit I cannot begin to consider because it fucks with my mind." I released a heavy sigh, running my hand through my hair. All hopes of the coffee being made were currently long forgotten as I argued with my wolf. 'You want me to help her, then my mind needs to be free of shit like that.' I warned him.

up, stood tall without a weapon in his hands, the armies had been directed by the king to kill him and in such time the rank of an officer would count to nothing, the one leading said in a louder and with an authoritative voice, " Iron bath, I command you to move, you betrayal," the word betrayer was the only thing that got him angry, and he ran towards the armies ahead, and with a single blow, he broke the Man's neck, the archers wasted no time, they released arrows towards them, even the armies with him, who had came alongside the archers died in their hand, he and the girls stood alone and more armies came along, it was morning and it was not possible for him to turn, and if he couldn't

[POWER VEIL: ADAPTIVE MODE] [FACULTY DETECTION: PARTIAL — REDIRECTED] The headmaster stepped forward, voice amplified across the courtyard. “Welcome to Apex Academy,” he said. “You are not here because you are powerful. You are here because the world expects you to become dangerous.” Eyes scanned the crowd. “Let us begin with introductions.” The first group stepped forward. Werewolf Alpha Candidates. A tall boy with silver-streaked hair smiled confidently. His presence forced nearby wolves to stiffen. “Dominance output at eighteen percent,” a faculty member muttered. “Impressive for his age.”

I cannot fuckin’ wait to find out what’s been goin’ on… midnight can’t come soon enough, I swear to God. “OK,” Wolf said aloud, sticking a memo in his brain to ask Scars about Zoe and Keira and Vixen first thing. “So you’ve suddenly grown a conscience, now that death is comin’ for you? Decided to do the right thing, right at the end?”

All returned wolves will be sent back to the breeding center. "Is it for their retraining?" "To euthanize them. A wolf that doesn't obey cannot be allowed to live." My fingertips paused for a second as I typed. The warehouse was filled with custom food and supplies I'd ordered for Liam. Without him, I'd have to throw it all away. Just then, Liam's glistening eyes suddenly came to mind. He had stunning eyes, and his voice was captivating too… Perhaps I could give him one more chance. Before I could type the words "no need", the wolf care forum I'd joined pushed a new post to me.

I stated to Alexa. “Anything is possible,” Alexa admitted, frowning. “What is it?” I asked, wondering what she was thinking. “Who could it be?” Alexa wondered as she got lost in her thoughts. I knew she was running through all her interactions with people over the years. As a young wolf, abused over the years, it is not surprising she did not remember many of the people she encountered. It was likely a protective mechanism her brain had put in place.

I questioned, the wolf's audacity both amusing and endearing. The wolf's thoughts resonated with a sense of smug self-assurance. "Well, you've spent these years brooding, searching, and fighting battles. But this—being with our mate and raising our Pup—this is where your true prowess lies." I couldn't help but chuckle at the wolf's blunt assessment. Its perspective was raw and unfiltered, a testament to the primal nature that it embodied. "You may have a point there," I conceded, a hint of amusement coloring my words.

Professor Brooks paced around again. "It's not just about wars, in your day to day life too... There may come a day or an inevitable situation where your wolf is wounded. Utterly spent or tired. Or worse, unresponsive. What then? What will you do without your wolf? You can't even use your mind link."