Wolf Hall Kindle Novels & Stories

Who knows, maybe one day Vlad who appeared on the threshold of my rented apartment, with my mother's ring, became that small step on the stairs to my happiness? Having finally washed away all the road dirt and dust, she wiped herself off with one of the towels that lay on the shelf next to the shower stall. She glanced at the mirror in passing, her eyes again filled with dark gold. In moments of mental turmoil, the she-wolf manifested itself, and my eyes changed color. And now the she-wolf is curious, interesting.

GINGER The only question I could think to ask was, Will my wolf come back? "Okay, dear. You have your question?" I nodded. "Wonderful, now shuffle please." She handed me the deck. I did as asked, shuffling for a few seconds, and then handed it back to her. Again, she fanned out the cards. "Please pick one and turn it over." I hovered my hand over the deck for a bit until I finally found one to pull. I flipped it over. Death.

No matter what happens between us, I knew I could not allow myself to fall in love with her. The peace I had experienced with Karen was worth risking a lot for. She was just amazing. Her response to my touch was incredible; if I didn't know better, I would have sworn she felt the mate bond too. I needed to sort things out quickly so I can prolong my time with Karen. According to the wolves that attacked us, they had found out about Karen from the Wilde Corp. I wonder who their mole was. If I hadn't offered Karen a job, there is a possibility she would have remained hidden.

I looked around, spotting a small framed picture of a burned down village, the grass and ground covered in ash. Gerwulf went over to the fireplace and caressed one of the wolves before gently forcing it in further, a loud mechanism clicking as the fireplace moved backwards and shifted to the side revealing a descending staircase illuminated by old looking light bulbs. He looked over his shoulder to make sure I was still in the room, catching me staring at the strange photo on the desk. "Eloise," his voice called out to me, much more gentle this time," you need to stay close to me. There's a lot of stuff you could knock down in the laboratory."

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

A picture of a wolf stared right back at her. Intricately drawn, almost just like the mural of a wolf in the sitting room. It's eyes deep and almost staring right through her. Another book about wolves? Hazel remembered the book she had picked from the library not long before. It was also a book on wolves was it not. The Wolf Within it was called. She had barely bothered to read much about it. But seeing this book too was on wolves. Should that not play any significance?

“Check out the local library. Ask for Yellen’s book. Tom” Leila sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Eduard Yellen. The man whose nutty research had kicked off this whole mess. A dead man with too many secrets and not enough time to spill them. Now she was supposed to dig through dusty old books to figure out how deep this rabbit hole went. She headed for the fridge, hoping for something stronger than a clue, but all she found was a single can of gourmet dog food and a designer bottle of mineral water. Wolfie’s breakfast, it seemed, was more luxurious than hers.

I asked and pointed to it. “A-a tail?” Jessica squinted her eyes like it was going to help. The way you turn down the radio so you can see through the rain when driving better. “Is there another view?” The next screen was of a wolf in a hallway. It was smelling the wall and floor. “Is that…?” Jessica asked. “That is the outside of Waylon’s office door.” I said as I read the name plate on the wall. “That isn’t one of ours…” Jessica and I looked at each other.

Outside, far beyond the ridge, wolves began to howl. Not rogues. Black Hollow. The pack. Answering something I had not meant to call. The journal’s final words appeared in silver fire. ARC ONE: THE HEIR HAS COME HOME. And beneath the mountain, the Hollow King opened his eyes.