Wolf Bait Novels & Stories

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

Ophelia stepped back calmly, holding the now-empty vial in her palm. “Relax. It’s not poison,” she said coolly. “What she inhaled is a prototype—an anti-wolf repellent compound I’ve been developing. It’s designed to overwhelm heightened olfactory receptors and force immediate system withdrawal in wolf-blooded hybrids. It’s entirely non-lethal…unless your body is allergic to honesty.” Susan stared in disbelief. “Anti-wolf...repellent? That’s—”

No, she will fight, and if she must, she will forge alliances in the shadows where the violet moon dare not reach. Her path is clear, though perilous. The only one who could possibly stand against the might of Alpha Wilson and the Redbone Pack is the one who lurks in the heart of the Amazonian Rainforest, a place where even the bravest wolves fear to tread. Alpha Cortis Reynold, the Black Mamba of Javari Valley, a name whispered with reverence and dread alike. It is said that his teeth are venomous and his heart is colder than the darkest night. The stories tell of his dominance, his hunger for power that rivals that of any wolf in North America. If there’s one soul in the world who would re

"So?" asked the black-haired man. "What do you think?" "Alright," Wilbur said after giving it some thought. "Let's do it. I'll kill the snow wolves, you'll sell their pelts. I think I should at least get your name, though." "Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself! How rude of me. The name's Saber Farring. What about yours?" "Wally Yonder." "Nice to meet you, Wally. I'm counting on you to get those wolfskins for us now."

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.

“Sounds good. I’ll make the sauce.” “You know how to cook?” “Always so surprised at my abilities. My mother was an excellent cook.” “Was?” “My parents went on an extended vacation and never came back.” “What happened?” “Boat turned over in the Florida Keys. Gators got their bodies before Search & Rescue.” “Now, do you think hunters got to them?” “It’s a possibility. Wolves are natural swimmers. Crocs usually don’t bother other predators.” Magnus pulled out ingredients from the pantry as he spoke. “We have a lot more in common than you think.”

I am in their territory. I was surrounded, I changed my run to a walk so as not to provoke the hunting instinct. Did they recognize me? There was a rustle and a growl among the trees. I froze, their yellow eyes shone on both sides, a huge gray beast came out on the road in front of me, the leader is Morgan. And why are they called wolves? They don't look like wolves at all. Huge, at the withers up to my shoulder, with a muzzle more like a bear, but more sinewy, like wolves. The pounding of his heart drowned out all the surrounding sounds. Calmly, calmly. I slowly pulled the handkerchief off my neck and held it out towards Morgan. Almost a "white" flag! Smell, sniff, it's Sarin's scent. Morga

"Enough questions.You have to get ready quickly. My husband hates delay." * * * Blake sat alone with his wolf in his room.He had to do something to stop this ridiculous marriage. He could not even bear the thought of seeing Nina in another man's arms. "I wonder why Nina is so stubborn!" he said out aloud as he drew in his cigarette "why don't you just mark her straight away?" his wolf spoke "I can't do that.You know we have to mate in order for me to mark her." "you don't have to mate,just take her far away"

A snarl worked its way past my lips, not because I was now soaked, but because I could feel every dip and curve of her body against my own. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good. ‘Wolves might not understand the term consent, but most humans do not find the concept of rape arousing.’ I bit back. My wolf bristled, agitated by my words. ‘It would not be rape. She’d open her legs for us willingly.’ ‘She was drugged. She’d open her legs for just about anyone right now.’ “Haaaael.” Violet whined, the sound a bolt of lightning that struck me right in my chest. “Wash me! I want to smell like you.”