Wlw Novels & Stories

“You, with your divine whispers. Rowan, with his leashed rage. Agnes, the relic. And me? I simply stopped resisting.” Selene stepped forward. “Then resist now. Come back.” Lila’s eyes shimmered. For a moment, just a heartbeat something flickered behind the void. A memory. A name. Then it was gone. “I cannot go where you’re going,” Lila said. “But I will leave you with this.” She raised a hand, and the Hollowborn froze. “Something else is waking in the dark. Something older than spirit wolves. Older than the Moon.” “What is it?” Selene asked.

The room was dim, lit only by the flickering white of the old interface and the hum of oxygen cycling through the command unit’s secure vault. Lena stared at the blinking coordinates on the screen—latitude and longitude locked into place, cold and final. Buried beneath the ice and ancient stone was the one system Calix couldn’t touch. Because even he had forgotten it existed. Or so Lena hoped. She reached for a secure microkey embedded in her watch band. With a soft click, it disengaged, revealing an old alloy strip engraved with the initials: L.W.O. — Lena Wellington O’Connell.

Maya whispered, her tone hollow. They exchanged a look. A fragile silence stretched between them. “Try something else,” Maya said finally, kneeling beside her. “What about that name she always wrote in her sketchbook? That weird Latin phrase…” Lily snapped her fingers. “Quod Veritas.” She typed it in. Access Denied. Another attempt—TheForestKnows. Still wrong. Maya rubbed her temples. “How many tries do we have?” Lily clicked again. On the sixth attempt, a red warning message popped up.

"Just tell me what you know about him and leave Emily out of it." Brown shrugged, then ruffled his hair the way Larry did. Andrew smirked, "He's Lerman Kivolsky, a sorcerer of the 57th order. He runs an underground fight club that uses feral or rogue werewolf kids till they drop dead. The champions are set free when they come of age their memories are wiped out of course but they turn out to be delinquents and end up dead or back in his care. It is a large network of hoodlums and wealthy sponsors. His location is unknown. It's like he vanished after the attack."

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Mr Hobbs who was the general therapy teacher said. We had the general therapy classes twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays. On my way out, I spotted Caleb speaking to a random girl and Levi a little in front of him. I interrupted once again, as usual. “Later?” He winked at her and she walked off. Why was he obsessed with winking?? “Hey, beautiful.” He nodded at me. “Hey. Going straight to the point—“ “You wanted to talk about last night?” “How did you..? “I mean, it’s pretty obvious. Plus I’ve been in a lot of these.” I forgot he was a player for a second.

"Make no mistake, Kalyssa. Soon, you will have to choose between what is right and what is easy. You have to choose what kind of witch you'd like to be." "But I'm a Luna, or will be—" "You are a wolf-witch hybrid," she replied. "As such, you can follow the Path of Enlightenment and stay on the side of good, or you can follow the Path of Darkness." "But I'm following the path of good," I replied, unable to believe what I was hearing.

Symbolising him to be silent. Noah wanted to say something, but caught his tongue as Amia walked past him, baby in hand, out the door. Not saying a word nor looking back. He stood for a moment in the doorway, before catching a glance back at me before leaving after Amia as well. With that done I closed the door and went straight up to place myself down on one of the chairs located at the wide-plank kitchen counter. Without having to say something Liam walked up to the kitchen and started making two steamy cups of hot chocolate, not forgetting to serve it with my favourite mini strawberry marshmallows just drifting about in the chocolate river.

Aria and Yuria looked at her. Laila bitterly smiled. “And, maybe, the West Kingdom’s royal library, too…” she told them. After all, it is where the witch now and the princes are fighting against her. Aria and Yuria fell silent, for they knew what Laila wanted to say. That is, the royal libraries of all the kingdoms were now destroyed. So, they no longer have any documents left by their ancestors. “This is going too far!” Aria said and clenched her fists in anger. But, what can she do? She has no more power to fight against the witch. Worse, the witch can actually easily pinch her to death.

Nothing was changing, it was still green. "Where are we?" I asked. He smirked. "Kettle Moraine State Forest." I nodded in understanding. It was the biggest forest in Wisconsin, this would make sense. "Why do you live out here?" I quirked, starting a harmless conversation. He barked a short laugh.