Tom Wolfe Novels & Stories

he asked as he began to tug his shirt over his head. I shrugged, “It's fine. We also have to start searching for Tiana's husband. What was his name again?” “Michael.” “Yes, that. I have questions that I want to ask him, starting with that the fuck was his goal in experimenting on werewolves for years. Something tells me we wouldn't like the answer,” I muttered to myself as I began thinking of the future and all the tasks that was ahead of us. “Let's head back,” Axil offered a hand to me, and I accepted, allowing him to clasp our hands together and tugged me out of the clearing.

He said trying to convince her. "What! I mean don't you think it's too early." Annie said looking tensed "It's okay they would have to accept my choice because I have given my heart to you already," Jessie said with confidence. Jessie was also a werewolf from the black moon pack, his father is the alpha of the pack. Jessie was raised in a wild way his dad would always say to him "you are the son of an alpha and one day you will rule over when am no longer alive. And in other for you to be able to govern your people, you need to be wild my son".

if he denned in Douglas fir, ceDadr, and granite—as if he’d never been touched by shampoo or soap or any of the accouterments of modern life. “Who are you?” Toby asked. “Who are you?” repeated Lauren, and the wolf looked at her. Hell afire, so did Toby. When she used it, she could pull in any wolf she wanted almost as effectively as Brian, though he’d have done it by sheer force of personality. Lauren made you want to curl up at her feet and bask in her peace. Toby saw the moment when the wolf realized that there were no humans here to protect at all. He smelled the other wolf’s anger and hatred as it flared, then vanished as it came up against his Lauren. Leaving . . . bewilderment behind.

My hands dug into the pocket of my hoodie as I pulled out the crumpled photo I stole from Ivanka. Not exactly stolen as it was my dad's. I stared directly at him. Ethan Wolfe. He had this wide grin on his face with his arm around Dad’s shoulder. August looked so much like him. If there were such close friends as teenagers, what happened? The dad I knew did not have any friends. Did they have a fallout? What happened to the three musketeers? I entered G****e and searched his name. Ethan Wolfe. 62 years old. Founding father of Wolfe holdings.

Dr. Mitchell Blake was a small, wiry man in his mid-fifties who looked like a perfectly normal man. Had I not known that he was one of Noah’s pack, I’d never have guessed it. Then, I never would have thought Noah to be a werewolf either. The good doctor’s appearance helped to lessen the trauma that I experienced at having to expose myself to a stranger for an intimate examination. His mild mannered politeness also didn’t hurt.

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

She looks up defiantly at the person sitting in the centre at a big chair, and my fists clench seeing him. Ray The Beta/ Second in command of the hunter clan. He is famous for sleeping around with women for the fun of it, and his hatred towards female wolves, knows no boundaries at it. Thora refuses to lower her eyes, meeting his angry stare and I curse. What is this girl doing! Does she have a death wish! I try to send another mindlink to again find it blocked. Damn Thora! The man is not to be messed with! He can hurt you. "Come here"

THERESA I jumped onto the enemy wolf, trying to get a good hold of his back. I latched my claws to his body as if he were a piece of rock I was climbing. Thick blood stained my paws. He bucked, but I kept hold of him, riding him as if he were a wild bronco. Nausea bubbled in my stomach. The wild ride was not mixing well with the wolfsbane that was still in my system. I swallowed back the vomit and tightened my grip on him. I would not give in to the wolfsbane or to him. I had to keep him away from Nikolai. It would be far too impossible to fight two wolves at once. Especially such big and trained ones as these. Alpine Snow Pack had certainly not sent their runts out here.

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

“That is what happens to people who cross Killian Wolfe. They disappear from their industries.” “You are paranoid.” “Am I? What about David Henley? Vivian Marquez? Everyone who's ever opposed him ends up destroyed or in prison.” “Because they were criminals who attacked us first.” “Were they? Or were they people who discovered things Killian couldn't let become public?” I reached the kitchen island, felt the cold marble against my back. “You're sick, Tobias. You need help.” “I need you to listen.” He moved closer, close enough that I could see the broken capillaries in his eyes. “I have been watching him, researching his business practices, following his patterns. He is not the man you think