Wolf Jon Snow Novels & Stories

I pulled Allie-Jean around the room, scamming for the Alpha of Snow Creek. “Are you MAD?” Allie-Jean asked. “Stop it!” “I’m sure he’s been looking for you, too.” After a couple more paces and turns, I had found him. He was a broad-shouldered man with black hair and hazel eyes. He was seated at a round table, nervously scanning the room. A cup of wine was in his hand and he sipped it one, two times. I could tell he was anxious, either about finding his mate or about all of the people in the room he wasn’t used to. He was Alpha of Snow Creek pack, a pack that wasn’t too well known. They lived all the way up North in the cold and no one really visited. They had grown in numbers over the years o

The snarl grew louder, closer, vibrating through the ground beneath us as it finally came into view. My dazed eyes shifted, my vision hazy, but I saw it. A wolf. Massive. Towering. Its fur so dark brown it looked black beneath the moonlight. Its eyes glowed amber. Glowing amber. So familiar to... Recognition punched the breath out of me. Jaxon. My heart twisted, my fear tangled with something I couldn’t name. Relief. Dread. Need. It finally clicked, those glowing eyes, that powerful presence. The title, alpha. He was a fucking supernatural.

Clearing his mind he mind-linked the Alpha of his Pack, ‘Derren, has that Snow Wolf Alpha been in touch again? He asked carefully, ‘Why would you ask?’ The Alpha replied in a clipped tone, ‘Because I have her in my car and she has been drugged by the two TV guys I work for. They are taking her to their Penthouse and it is pretty obvious what they intend to do, they have their hands all over her.’ He heard a deep growl from his Alpha, ‘Alpha Alexis is here with me right now, keep her safe we are on our way.’

I spend almost 15 minutes digging the frozen ice to only find the dug holes again getting covered by fresh snow. The intensity of the storm increasing. It's... it's impossible for anyone to survive this. And I almost slide down , to fall on the snow. My wolf whining lowly, making a painful howl. Shifting into my human form, I place my palms on the Snow. Clenching it in my fists, as I breathe heavily. Tears of frustration, wetting the snow below. When I see something red...in the snow. Blood? My mind numbs as hope and dread both flood in. I move aside the fresh snow, to find blood drops below. And I follow them.

However, I could not forget what had just happened, not when it was right in front of my eyes. "It's okay, I knew the way." That was a lie. I had waited for her in the snow outside the prison for so long that the guard felt sorry for me and called a car. Looking past Nancy, I saw the man behind her. Hank Lawson was sprawled on the couch in his fancy dark grey suit, looking pretty pleased with himself. When he caught my eye, he quickly hid his annoyance and gave me a polite smile. "Samuel, what a coincidence that you got out just in time for New Year's. Is it a double celebration?"

"And finally, the wait is over. I'm proud to call this lady next to me, Mitzy Damon, as my love, my mate, our Luna." And people started howling and they started to shift into their wolf forms. And then they run into the woods still howling. That's how werewolves celebrate very important moments and probably after a while they will run back here again to enjoy the food here and actually party just like humans usually do. "You're not going to run with them?" I asked Eaton. He shakes his head and smiles, but I know he wants to join the whole pack. "I'm not going anywhere without you."

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!!

Not a faint trace this time, but an absolute, overwhelming tidal wave of crushed winter mint, sharp ozone, and pure, god-like, ancient power. Through the heavy blur of her failing vision, she saw a massive, towering silhouette emerging from the blinding white wall of the snowstorm. It wasn't a man. It was a wolf. A beast larger than any wolf she had ever seen in her life, its thick fur as blindingly white as the midnight frost, its eyes glowing a piercing, hypnotic, brilliant sapphire blue. The massive white wolf stepped over her frozen, shivering body, its heavy, incredibly warm breath washing over her icy skin. It tilted its massive head down, its nose brushing gently against the curve of