Wolf Bound Fated Jenival Writes Novels & Stories

This room barely had any fresh air. He had to finish his business here as soon as possible. With quick steps and movements he began to dismantle the large cupboard in the room. The cupboard was filled with old books, most of them looking like journals. Hugo pulled out some of the journals and placed them on the table. The man flipped through the journal, looking for notes that mentioned the words “wolvire”, “red moon” and “Kliwon Friday”.

It could do some damage if I can get close enough and not get killed. Jen screeches and dives at the wolf in front of us. He quickly retreats. She follows him. “Christina, I don’t feel good.” Dylan says from behind me. Midnight, it must nearly be here. Jen is doing her best to protect us from the wolves, but there are three of them and one of her. A wolf runs and jumps at me with its claws extended. I move out of its way quickly and ram the metal handle into its stomach. As it lands, I see it claw down Dylan’s face, neck and chest. His wheelchair rolls backwards with the force of the wolf’s attack.

It was so hard to focus on his face when literally everything was bare. I cleared my throat, "so uh...what you saw outside the house was real. The supernatural is real and this wolf over here is a werewolf who was imprisoned into that stone thingy for many years until today. He's here to ask for our help," yup, I just laid it all out there for her to process. It wasn't like I could break it down any simpler anyway. A huge sigh of relief escaped my lips as the tension fled my body. It felt so good to tell the truth for once. To speak of the things that I knew about.

Eric POV Julia’s wolf was stunning. She was a blessed white wolf. I did not know how, but I could see it before me. She was kissed by the Moon Goddess herself with a black star beside her right eye. It signalled that the wolf had a special gift. And that their birth was not of traditional descent.

“What do you mean?” I moved to the desk, pulling open a drawer and retrieving an old, weathered book. My father's journal. The leather cover was cracked, the edges worn from years of use. I placed it on the desk, flipping to a page marked with a faded ribbon. “This,” I said, pointing to the passage. “This is what we’re dealing with.” Jake stepped closer, reading the words with a frown. “‘The bonded one,’” he read aloud. “‘Marked by fate, their presence shall alter the balance. A union of strength and fragility, their choice will shape the future.’”

Naya interrupted, stopping her explanation and she earned an icy glare from Zelda, making her sink deep into her chair. "If you didn't interrupt me, I would be getting there." "I'm sorry," Naya apologized and she looked away. She is really a snob and I wondered why Jeremy got so unlucky to be mated to her. "Truth is that I'm a hybrid. My mother was a witch and my father was a wolf. My witch powers were locked away not until I met him." That part was supposed to sound romantic but with the look on her face, it wasn't. She clearly hated the fact that she met him.

It felt like she was being scorched alive from the inside. And then it was over. The chief wolf pulled back. “Incredible,” he announced, licking a drop of Jenna's blood from his mouth. “Was it good for you too?” His dark eyes shone with unapologetic cruelty—and with something else. Accomplishment. They shone with triumph. “Fuck you,” Jenna snapped, snatching another smaller sword from the ground. Her newly spelled flames spurted with a resentment that corresponded to her situation flawlessly. She swung the blade at him, and the fire blazed through the air, squealing like a bird of prey.

“You don’t want this.” Jenifer’s eyes bore into mine, cold and calculating. “You don’t know the first thing about me,” she snarled. “You don’t know what I want.” “But you’re not like him,” I insisted. “You’re not Colin. You don’t need to stoop to his level.” For a moment, something flickered in Jenifer’s eyes. But only a moment, and then her grip on my throat tightened even more. But at that moment, as my vision began to fade, I felt something. Something distinct. Something that made my wolf stir. Something that gave me hope.

but she hadn’t spoken. Still, the name rang again. Distant. Then closer. A third time... from her own mouth. The sound did not belong to her. It belonged to the wolf. And all across the wild, they heard it. Julian sat on the roof of an old silo, cigarette smoldering between his fingers, eyes locked on the bleeding moon. He’d been spiraling since the ritual. Since Victor’s blood turned black. And then, like a tremor through his spine, he felt it.

Not defense. But war. I whispered the vow into the darkness: “I will end Valentina Bathory.” The shadows stirred. “I will burn the Cross from the inside.” The air shifted. “I will save the wolves she marked for extinction.” The moonlight intensified. “And when the throne she wants crumbles beneath her…” My eyes opened, glowing fierce violet. “She will finally learn the truth.” A slow smile curved my lips. “I was never her puppet.” The vow sealed. The hunt bega --- Night tasted like metal.