Thriller Wolf Novels & Stories

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

“It led me to a hidden door. And… and there was a room. A room with records. Of players. Of their deaths. Of the ones who were lost.” Therin curses under his breath. Elyra goes very still. Then she speaks softly. “And what did it say about you?” “It said I was… not yet failed.” Elyra tilts her head. “And?” “And…” I swallow the bile rising in my throat. “It called me the Wolf of Two Fates.” That makes the witch go pale. Therin takes a step forward. “What does that mean?” Elyra doesn’t answer him, and neither do I. She is staring at me with a strange mixture of horror and awe.

Her long trench coat flared behind her, streaked in gore, the fingers of her metal arm clenched tight around the wolf's neck. With a casual twist, she crushed its windpipe. The sickening crunch echoed off the walls. The werewolf's eyes rolled back, and it went still. She dropped the corpse at her feet like trash and looked up, eyes gleaming with something that made my blood run cold. I've never actually seen her at war, seen her like this and it was terrifying. More that anything she look excited as if she was enjoying the carnage. "Little wolf, little wolf," she purred, her voice like broken glass wrapped in silk, "where have you been hiding?"

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

Thankful for the spare clothes we keep everywhere at the clearings and the borders, we sometimes get the thrill of shifting mid air. I see Alonso's midnight black wolf staring at me. His name is Thunder. And his roar actually reminds everyone of Thunder. He might act all sweet and puppy like around me, but Alonso and Thunder are nothing but a chill in the spine kind of people. The entire werewolf has nothing to do but to bow their heads and submit to Alonso. And for that to happen, the bare minimum he does is glance at them.

I had no identification about him nor did I know him. “It's not shitty jokes Karien. I am serious and you will know it when you will find your wolfy girl lying dead in the house you have kept her tonight. Isn’t it full moon night today? What could go better for a wolfy girl to die in the full moon night? Lovely, isn’t it?” he said threatening on killing Debra. “Don’t you dare touch her……Don’t even think………” he cuts off the phone without letting me complete my sentence.

I have to concentrate. It’s not even a nanosecond, but it feels like a lifetime before the thralls enter. The first one through the door doesn’t hesitate; she runs full speed toward the wolf, vaulting the couch to launch herself directly into his side. He staggers off his feet and she pins him. I see her draw her firearm and I shout, my voice much weaker than I feel, “Don’t! We need him alive!” The thralls that followed behind are quick to join her, but they’re not fast enough to stop him throwing her at the fireplace. She strikes the stones and falls to the floor. The other thralls manage to overpower the werewolf twelve to one.

The blade cut through something solid. A body dropped. But no sound followed it that should have. No scent release. No biological reaction my wolf should recognize. That alone told me everything I needed to know. This was not a normal pack. Thor was already engaged with three of them, moving with controlled brutality, but even he hesitated for a fraction of a second when his claws tore into one and received nothing in return from instinct recognition. “They’re masked,” he said sharply. “Something is suppressing their scent.” That explained the silence.

“So… so Wolf is worried about being blackmailed to protect Briley and Ice and the twins and Viking? Like, he has to pay the cop so he doesn’t – what? Work with the cult again and turn you guys in, assuming that he knows about the New Mexico compound? I mean, Briley knew about the place in the desert, right?” “Honestly? I think that Wolf is worried because he doesn’t have enough hard information. Everything is just ‘maybe’ and 'what if’. Lots of blind alleys. Wolf doesn’t do well with that level of uncertainty, baby. The man is a serious control freak in some ways, and the number one thing he likes to know is what an enemy or threat knows that can be used to hurt us. He also likes to know whe

, they thought. When the fire stopped burning, they moved closer carefully to confirm if their enemy was dead but instead of seeing the ashes of a defeated enemy, they saw a giant grey wolf standing in the midst of the smoke and dust, the iron cage reduced to nothing all around him. Whatever the humanity left in Iron bath was locked away deep down his soul, the only thing left was hunger and a burning desire for carnage.