Wolf Hall Kindle Novels & Stories

"She referred to material I've never seen before." The book. Riley took another swallow of his drink. He knew all about the book the Volkas guarded so closely. Once they'd shared their secret with him, Mike had shown him Legends of the Wolf, the volume that held all the secrets to his ancestry. Not many people knew of its existence or would have had their interest piqued by it. To them, it would be just another reference volume.

When I realized I was the target of the disturbing yells, the sleep immediately left my eyes. "I will not allow you to call my mate weak, and you will not disrespect her in my home," Adrien finally yelled angrily. A smile crept across my face at the thought of someone watching out for me, but it quickly faded when someone else spoke. "She hasn't even shifted, how do you want to present a wolfless queen to everyone?" someone yelled, causing King Adrien to growl loudly. I got out of bed and left the room after hearing enough from this distance to have breakfast downstairs.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

Mira’s POV, The Wolf Hall was already burning when I stumbled through the gates. The sound of steel and screams hit me first, wolves crying out, a low resonant groaning in my chest before I could understand what was happening inside the courtyard. Damn! The Wolf Spirit Core of our pack was weakening drastically! The hall doors were long gone, wood splintered everywhere with stone cracked around the courtyard. Running through the mess, I pushed through the door gap and stopped for one second to scan the room.

I needed to know if this man was as bad as Griff had said. There was a roadblock at what used to be Trafalgar Square, and Wulfie took a detour around the National Gallery, which looked like it had been destroyed by a bomb. I was about to ask if London had suffered a terrorist attack when Wulfie exhaled a long breath. “I don’t have any grudges against the wolves, all right?” he said. “Why did you end up being mated to Lydia?” I gaped at the ruined building.

HAYLEE ~<>~ While waiting for my test results and Xalen’s return to the palace, I dug into the one book that seemed to have held on to my attention and mind—Cursed in Crimson. Just like Flavia narrated briefly, the first red wolf was quite phenomenal and pitiful. Reading about her felt like torture because I could have sworn I was transported back in time to the era and place she existed. I could have sworn I felt every whip and lash she had to endure, even though she was powerful enough to destroy the entire realm.

Her breathing laboured as she attempted to remain unnoticed. Felicity broke the stillness. "It sounds like it's coming from outside. We should go. Chris is upstairs waiting for us." After they left, Waverly sunk to the floor, absorbing the information she had overheard. The Crimson Wolf was under a curse? What could he have done that was so terrible that he paid the price this way? More questions clouded her mind the longer she was in this room and no one would provide her with a straight response. Mentally defeated, Waverly stood up and saw the letter that was still atop of the table. She made her way to it, praying that it held some sort of answer. She picked it up and flipped open the pie