Wolfe Of Fiction Novels & Stories

I managed to choke through the blood I could feel in the back of my throat when the large Alpha wolf shifted into a beautiful man with golden blonde hair with his fierce wolf’s yellow eyes pinning me completely. My eyes widened and I gasped, recognizing him almost immediately. Lucien Wolfe. The Alpha of the Dove pack was standing before me, looking like a nightmare that had come to life. He was Blackwood’s worst enemy and the stories I had heard of him were even worse than Ezra Blackwood’s. Alpha Blackwood might not have cared enough to give me a second look, but Lucien Wolfe looked like he wanted to carve my skin from my bones and keep it in his collection. “Oh God,” My desperate plea came

I didn’t want that to linger. Amazed by the interior and structure of the library, I walked around until my eyes caught a title: “A Wolf Before Title.” “It looks interesting,” I murmured, taking it from the shelf. I opened the first page and read aloud: “Before a wolf is granted a title—before it is called Alpha or Beta, or even Omega—it must first wrestle with itself. Strength is not only in the body but also in the restraint of the heart. To bear the fire within without letting it consume you… that is the first test of any wolf.”

THE MAN BEHIND THE NAME Damien Wolfe did not lose control. Not ever. It was the first rule he had written for himself at eighteen when he took over the Wolfe empire with blood still drying on his hands and three dead men behind him. Control was everything. Control was the difference between a man and a beast. Between a leader and a monster. Between power that lasted and power that consumed itself. He had kept that rule for thirteen years without a single exception. Until last night.

The other wolf started coming towards her, but Clara had no plans on starting any random hook ups. She waited until he was inches from her face before pouncing forward and taking off at full speed. She heard a low growl and could feel him on her heels. If wolves could laugh Clara would've let out a loud one. She wasn't much of a weightlifter or a fighter, but since joining here she exceled at running and much to her surprise enjoyed showing off. She slowed down a little, not wanting the chase to end yet. She felt the breath of the other wolf on her tail and kicked it up again. Pulling way in front of him. It was obvious the other wolf couldn't even compete with her.

, they thought. When the fire stopped burning, they moved closer carefully to confirm if their enemy was dead but instead of seeing the ashes of a defeated enemy, they saw a giant grey wolf standing in the midst of the smoke and dust, the iron cage reduced to nothing all around him. Whatever the humanity left in Iron bath was locked away deep down his soul, the only thing left was hunger and a burning desire for carnage.

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."

The Wolfing of Roger Willis ARC 1 of The Wolfing Series Written by: Vendité Johnson *** ARC 2: The Unwolfing of Roger Willis (COMING SOON) NOTE: 2 ARCS OF THE WOLFING SERIES ARE GOING TO BE PUBLISHED HERE. *** OTHER WORKS: THE BADBOY TRILOGY BOOK 1: HOW TO DESTROY A BADBOY BOOK 2: THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY BOOK 3: A RHAPSODY FOR THE PLAYBOY

He is not intervening. The proximity effect, I say. You know about it. Wolfe looks at me sideways. "Your father crossed it out of every copy he shared with me. I have the original text. I found the deletion two years ago." A pause. "I didn't bring it to your father because by then I understood what kind of man I was in business with and I did not want him to know I had information he didn't." He looks at me directly. "I have been trying to find a Volana wolf in full emergence for two years. Not to extract blood. To be near."