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.”

Then the ludicrousness of her thought popped up and she locked eyes with him again. "Stop using that voice on me." "For being so young and so new, you really are quite strong. I think you're going to make a fine addition around here. Lesser wolves can't speak to me that way." "That's a horrible way to talk about your pack." "It's not horrible if it's the truth." James shrugged. "All wolves are not created equal." "Then what makes me so special?" "If there were a rhyme or reason I would tell you. Strong genes?"

Tobren said. “No,” Arlo spat, “but I know exactly what you smell like—witch-tainted.” Tobren snarled. “I’m a Vale. My wolf comes from bloodlines cursed and reborn. I was raised in shadow to rule. And she—” he pointed at me “she is the key.” Arlo’s jaw flexed. “Key to what? You’re not touching her.” “She’s not yours! She's only yours when I'm rejected, or dead,"

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.”

A path of obsidian led to the center of the chamber, where a throne of black stone waited. On the throne sat the First Wolf. It was enormous—twice the size of any wolf Elara had ever seen. Its fur was the color of moonlight. Its eyes were closed, but she knew it was watching her. It had always been watching her. She walked forward. Her footsteps echoed in the silence. Kaelen started to follow. She held up a hand. Alone, she wrote. I have to do this alone. He hesitated. Then he nodded. She walked toward the throne.

“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.“

Why must they have my heart as well? Jezzabelle's violet eyes looked at her through the wolf. 'We all have our crosses to bear child, the fates decide where one cross ends, and another begins. For reasons as yet unknown, our family is strongly linked with the Stalker-Romano bloodline. Maybe we need to atone for your father's sins as well as our own?" Lenora felt like the child at that moment, despite her mother inhabiting a five-year-olds body, and when she said as much, Jezzabelle growled at her. " I am just a wolf spirit residing in Maria, and I can't possess her or change the way she chooses to live her life. This is my atonement." She corrected fiercely. Jezzabelle got up, shaking her fu

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.