Wolf Hollow Book Novels & Stories

The faded green paint everywhere, blotched with bullet holes framed by a web of cracks, seemed liquid and voluminous, and the elongated shadows on the high ceiling seemed about to fall on the only source of light - a dim lamp that stood in the middle of an oblong table with the same amount of time as a lamp, and everything else in an abandoned estate, living out its life alone behind a forest belt. Throwing my cigarette butt on the floor, I stamped it down and moved away from the large window, the window sill of which was littered with glass fragments with traces of both fresh and not very wolf blood. Taking on a homestead guarded by purebred wolves turned out to be easier than I thought. Th

I’m not touching that thing. As I get off my bike to get closer to the rogue I can feel eyes on me from the direction of the pack. Right then I hear something from that same direction so I take my helmet off to get a better look. And hot damn is it ever a better look. Even from this far away I can see the muscles rippling in his bare chest and abdomen. He’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. So of course right at the moment, the guys show up to help transport the unconscious rogue and put a stop to my ogling. Before I have a chance to greet them I feel a breeze come by and momentarily thank it for cooling my body off, but the direction of the wind leads right to the wolf and I can see him smell

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."

They were able to infiltrate the Hotel within minutes. Helicent was the first inside, shooting Vampire after Vampire with a shotgun loaded with ultraviolet. Lyall followed just behind her. They might not adore each other, but they are mated. And Lyall couldn’t help but protect Helicent with his life, she is despite everything, his Wolf Tamer.

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

he says again and something inside me starts to shift, I thought the first time my wolf is called forward would be harsh and painful instead my wolf was lured out with sweet talk. "Good job, now continue," the alpha says again, I felt myself stepping back letting my wolf take full control. That's when the pain hit, my whole body was shook with pain, physical pain that can't be described I felt a million needle going all over my skin, my bones breaking and my eyes going blind, my heart was beating insanely fast it felt on the edge of exploding any second now.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

We had given each other the time to get to know one another and we had bonded during our trip to see Viggo . Lost in my thoughts, I had wandered through the town and was hiking down the path to Grandma Rose’s cabin. The autumn air was shifting and making place for the beginning of the next season. The trees were almost bare and the night was falling earlier these days. I would have to ask Jake to get me a jacket. Wolves were always warm, like they would have a fur coat in their human form too and the shifting of the seasons didn’t bother them so much. I was raising my hand to knock at the door of Grandma Rose’s cabin, but before my knuckles landed on the wooden panelling, she swung the door

A presence that could no longer be ignored. I swallowed hard, tasting the fear and exhilaration that always came with it. I was no longer just Amira Cross, the forsaken omega of Winter Hollow. I was something older, older than the lies that had surrounded me, older than the betrayals that had marked my bloodline. I was the Wolfe of Return. From behind me, Nyla’s footsteps were quiet but deliberate. She came to stand beside me, her eyes scanning the woods as though she could see the unseen dangers lurking beyond the shadows.

She had to find a way to talk to Jamie Dalton Volka. She probably shouldn't have been surprised at the size of the crowd in the bookstore. After all, when a well-known local resident, in fact, the head librarian, wrote a book that was moving up the charts, people would certainly turn out en masse for it, and they did. She had listened while Jamie spoke about writing her book. How her fascination with wolves had led her to do her research and write this romance about a wolf and a human. She hadn't, however, given any hint as to what had sparked her interest in the first place. Paranormal was a very popular genre with people these days. Lia wondered what they'd say if they knew there was more