Wolf Inside Me Novels & Stories

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

My spine snapped as I cried even more. I was covered in cold sweat, but even so. I couldn't stop the vicious monster from resurfacing, and after a long time of fighting to keep my inner beast in control. My wolf stood tall with nothing but fur covering my body. I was on four, and I was damned if I didn't know the color of my wolf. I bet my eyes were yellow or red but if they were a sharp crimson red, then I was doomed to kill for the rest of the night, starting with the little humans who bullied me.

It was not always that my wolf becomes forceful but when he normally did, I tried to keep him at bay as much as I can, cause he might end up doing more destruction that I would want to deal with. There is this believe that a wolf is like a mirror copying the exact thing the human part but I had a feeling that in my own case, it is the exact opposite. My wolf is the exact opposite of who I think I am. He was violent, forceful and what not. I cannot speak about my own attitude but I know for the fact that I am never a violent person.

I turned to face the beast behind me and the monster inside me. I looked up, coming face to face with a giant dark brown, almost black wolf with glowing crimson eyes. A part of me told me to run and hide from this massive beast. There was another side of me, a more significant part, that knew it wouldn't hurt me. There was something about the energy around the wolf that I knew almost intimately. I raised my hand instinctively, placing it on the side of the wolf's neck. The wolf nuzzled into my hand, closing his eyes.

Rage, grief, confusion—everything coils inside my chest until only one thing can contain it. My wolf bursts forward. And I launch myself into the storm.

During one of the evening(2years back) while Samien, Sophia and Elizabeth were watching the TV, after they had accepted their fate that Zathrion had left them, even though they still had strong hope that he'd come back to them some day, they saw the news, where a man was on a hospital bed telling the story about what happened in Naminsa forest. He gave the names of the crew that went hunting, and from there, they confirmed their Zathrion was gone. They cried their life away and later had no choice but to move on. They moved on. But ever since then, Sophia hated wolves. And the fact that the man told the story where the wolves could transform to human and live among them, added to her anger.

Sound of cracking bones while my wolf forced out from my body. My heartbeat was louder and faster than before, I could see my wolf trying to find the way out of the house as she was so excited to roam out to the street. She snarled as I stopped her from running and growled at me from inside. She hopped and passed over the house trying to drag me outside but I was struggling to break off from escaping. She strikes the walls and doors trying to break them down however they were well built and powerful that Diva couldn’t break it even with her high-level strength.

Anderson replied. My jaw flexed. A bond. Even the thought carved a violent ache through me. “I won’t act on it,” I said firmly. “I know, but that won’t stop the instinct,” Anderson answered. My wolf paced inside me, restlessly. It was unsettled, aching and yearned for the one thing I couldn't provide... infuriatingly so.

James would rather lock a wolf up than let them choose to become an outcast. "I will do whatever you ask. I have a master's degree in art restoration, I don't know if that's practical for a wolf pack but it counts for something, right? I can also run really, really fast. I'm learning how to fight too, I'm pretty terrible, but I'm trying. Please I promise I will do whatever I can to be the best addition. I can't stay here, it's too dangerous for me. Please." Clara looked at him with pleading eyes. He thought about when he first spotted her this evening. She didn't look like she belonged.