Wolf Bound Fated Jenival Writes Novels & Stories

(Felix’s POV) The coven gathered in the ruins of the old cathedral, shadows clinging to the cracked stone walls as if they belonged to us. Moonlight spilled through broken glass windows, painting patterns across the floor like bloodstains. Valentina lounged on a toppled column, her crimson lips curling into a smirk. “The wolves are restless,” she drawled. “I hear whispers of a white wolf awakening.” My jaw tightened. “Not whispers. Prophecy.”

"That man won't even blink." "That's what I figured too. Before you leave tomorrow I need you to asses her skill level. I don't think she has a clue how to fight anything, bet she's never killed a spider." James looked in the distance and took a sip. Lucas glanced at his watch. He wanted to grab something to eat and get a work out in before bed. "She was lost, an outcast tried to eat her. If we were thirty seconds later she would be dead." Lucas really didn't care. No matter what sad story the girl came with she was a turned wolf, the last one they had was practically worthless.

The articles the tale of a Powerful Alpha and Luna, Aurora and Lucian Fellows and their one year old baby daughter, of a pack that covered most of South England in the UK, travelling to a pack in the US, were attacked by a group of witches. They were torn apart by them and only identifiable by their DNA. The baby was kidnapped and their was a hunt for her for two months. The baby was rescued by a a group of warrior wolved and then no one knows where she went after that. Reading the narrative, Theon gripped Naomi’s hand. “Holy shit” he said “Um, so I am guessing this is about you Naomi?” he asked more to the group than her directly.

So I actually had a wolf but it didn’t awaken because of my father? That man was more cruel than I ever thought. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Call me when you’re free.” As the call ended, I turned to Lucien, my eyes glistened with tears. But it wasn’t because I was sad, it was tears of joy. “I’m not actually cursed, I have a wolf.” He nodded. “Yeah…you were never cursed. You’re too amazing to be cursed. Your father was just an asshole.” He said, his voice comforting. “Come here.”

--- The next morning, Elara returned to the library. She was determined to find an answer. She would not give up. She could not give up. The future was too important. Her pack was too important. She found a text tucked away in a dusty corner, its pages yellowed with age. It was bound in leather so old it was cracked and crumbling. She carefully opened it, her fingers gentle on the fragile pages. It was written in an ancient language, the words faded and difficult to read. But as she studied it, she realized it was a record of the First Wolf's life, a chronicle of his creation and his power. It was the most complete account she had ever seen.

“Alright, alright! You win! Is that what you want to hear?! I submit to you! Just call off your fucking wolf!” Visenya’s voice dripped with icy resolve, her words cutting through the tension like a sharpened blade. “Oh, this isn’t about victory. It’s about sending a message—a visceral reminder that no one can provoke the gods and evade their fury unscathed. You cower beneath my wolf, pleading for mercy you callously denied to others. You must taste the bitterness of their suffering, a torment you and your council ruthlessly unleashed upon them.“

Although she could see out of her eyes she was aware of being a spectator in this body, and it bought a welcome sense of comfort to hand the controls over. "You are magnificent." A husky voice uttered, and as the young wolf looked up, she could see herself in Valenar's eyes. Wisteria was of medium build, with light brown fur and white socks. Her muzzle was a light golden color and she looked delicate and strong. "I guess it's my turn now."

Each of us next to each other as we looked at the Moon shining down on us. ‘Thank you again, Selene,’ I whispered. Louve looked at Margery, before they bowed at each other in respect. This was our fate, and it was all thanks to her. All our wolves looked at the moon, at the same time as they howled, thankful for all the blessings the Moon Goddess has given us, and for a future of peace and prosperity. This was, as you can call it.... The Wolf’s Fate. THE END Author note: This was the end of the journey. It means the world to me that you all took the time to read it and hoped you enjoyed it.

Chisel was on one knee on the carpet, a velvet box in his hands, smiling at Sylvia. Around them our packmates had formed a circle, voices rising with laughter and chants: “Say yes! Say yes!” “Kiss her, Chisel! Everyone knows Sylvia’s still in your heart!” Someone called out with mock concern, “Stop teasing—if Luna Leah sees this, she’ll be furious!” I froze at the threshold. Inside my head Ruby—my wolf—snarled and clawed, her rage echoing through my veins: How dare he betray us! But I couldn’t even answer her. I could only see Sylvia lowered her lashes, her voice soft as silk:

All I wanted was to have a wolf and have Jax as my mate. Then Celly's coming of age approached and Jax started paying way more attention to Celly. I was heartbroken, thinking the Goddess might have been cruel enough to make my best friend the fated mate of the boy I loved! When Celly said she had no interest in Jax and if he asked her to be his chosen mate she'd say no, I was relieved but still heartbroken. What if they were fated? I couldn't even bring myself to say it to Celly.