Tom Wolfe Novels & Stories

The estate was a modern Eden—stone walls, manicured gardens, sunlight pouring through wide windows, and silence so thick it made your pulse louder. I had been working there for just over two weeks as a personal assistant to Alexander Wolfe—CEO, ex-military, and the very definition of restrained power. His presence was undeniable: mid-forties, clean-shaven with a silver streak in his dark hair, and a voice that could make your stomach flip just from saying your name.

This cowboy wolf was none other than Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, infamous Grey Wolf warrior, and one of the fiercest wolves ever to live. Anytime one of the Wild Eight had returned to their compound near death’s door and clinging to a thread of life, this man had almost always been the one singularly responsible—and that didn’t begin to cover the damage he’d done to the Wild Eight through the information-gathering and patrolling schedules demanded of his men. If she’d thought his battle scars made him intimidating, the pair of eyes locking onto the bush she hid in, as if he saw straight through the shrubbery, chilled her more than the snow beneath her paws. Irises

I can hear him behind me, pacing his breathing, more techniques As I pant to keep my breath, I hear him shift and barrel past me. “That’s not fair!” I scream as he turns around, running another circle around me. He slows down to my pace, poking me with his nose, cold and wet. “No, I don’t want a ride, I’m not a baby.” I say, his golden wolf staring at me, eyes saddened by my no. “ok, fine, for old times sake” Thomas lays down, his wolf has a giant smile. “Yes, Cai, I missed you too.” Scratching his wolf behind the ears, he takes off towards the house.

"Do not worry, Hamilton, my wolf is not that fragile. I am real grateful to Jerome for bringing my name to the elders and giving me this big chance. How could I mind his rough tongue?" Hamilton smiles big and runs up the stone steps to catch up with Jerome's long legs. Carllo links his arm right through mine, leaning his head close to my ear to whisper real low. "To tell you the truth, Lanka, I never saw any wolf who can kill a happy mood fast like that badass Andrew Wolfe, except for the big leader of the Madden Group. He is Andrew's biggest arch-enemy in the north woods." I look at Carllo, feeling real surprised. "An arch-enemy?"

"It really isn't. Like you said yesterday the council is a bunch of old rich men. They keep to themselves. Every three years there is an Alpha summit where all the leaders attend, but other than that it's rare you see an elder. The average wolf will never meet them." They continued walking through the store. David turned the cart into the clothing section and started throwing shirts and pants in the cart. "Those don't look like they'll fit you." Clara looked at the women's t-shirts and sweaters he was picking at random. "And you were being too picky, so I'll buy you everything and then you can pick when we get home." "I have enough clothes." Clara said. "I'm a simple girl." "You took one bag

Camille's POV As we approached, a massive, stern-looking male wolf quickly stepped forward. He carried the powerful aura typical of a high-ranking werewolf and bowed to me. "Good morning, Camille. I'm Tom, the driver alpha Declan sent to handle Finn's transportation." I doubted Tom was just a driver; he was likely tracking how well I looked after Finn. I wasn't surprised. I smiled and greeted him politely, "Thanks, Tom." We drove for about twenty minutes. Watching the city streets fly past the window, a strange sense of familiarity hit me.

"K-Kaya..." "Okay Kaya. Do you live around town?" "Yes..." I was starting to talk. Now that was starting off somewhere. "My name's Wolfe." He gave me his name and sighed. "Last night I know that something horrible happened. For the last couple of decades I lived here and usually around this season I slip into a rut and I have to force myself to stay away from the town. But recently a scent filled the area and what bothered me about this scent is that it was an omega scent. Every night I caught this scent and kept asking myself why it always appeared here. And then I finally saw it was you. After you saw you next to the pond everything went blank. I aided you and treated you as quickly as pos

“Boss searched for your information, Rebel, and there’s only one wolf who can give it to you.” Rebel nodded. “Tell me.” “Walker Solomon.” Rebel stiffened. Walker Solomon was likely the only rebel wolf on the North American continent who Rebel didn’t have under his thumb—and the one wolf he refused to deal with. The owner and proprietor of a supernatural casino near Amarillo, Texas, Solomon was a rebel werewolf and businessman. Aside from being Rebel’s only rival, Solomon was the craziest bastard Rebel had ever had the misfortune to encounter.

as he quickly stepped back raising his hands in defense. “I didn't get to change you myself, although I wanted to but I had the pack nurse do it I promise.” “What did you mean by you have warriors chasing after them?” Zayn exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “This might be hard to understand for now, but… I am a wolf, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack and you my dear are my fated mate. I have waited my whole life for you.” He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding.

He flicked the television onto the news as he told someone on the phone to: "get up here, now!" Breaking News flashed across the screen, and a scene similar to what she had witnessed last night appeared. Another rogue wolf attack was in progress; this time on one seventy sixth street in Washington Heights. Cars had crashed on both sides of the street with barely moving bodies littered nearby. The chilling, haunted feeling had returned to settle in her bones. Why was this happening? Victor turned at the knock at the door. Gil was on the other side, giving Victor and Enora a nod as he went directly into the rooms, likely to check the windows.