Wolfe Of Fiction Novels & Stories

I am in love with you. Sophie? Fuck! Sophie! The Wolf came running and jumped, but I jumped at the same time and reached it around the neck knocking it away from Sophie and her lover. We flew right to a tree where the other wolf got the end of it before we went to the floor. It growled at me and I just looked at it. It looked and then started running away. Away from me... Away from them. I turned to look at them and they were watching all this as it happened! God why were they so stupid! Couldn't they just fucking run for their lives.

Cat It’s our typical Monday morning on Wolfe Ranch twenty miles outside of Baker, Montana. Baker is a small town of about two thousand people but is widely known in the world. This sleepy little town had more going for it than just the cattle industry. There were other things around here to enjoy. There are three packs of werewolves that surround my property of three hundred acres. There’s one pack to the east, one to the west and one just north of us, leaving the south open to who knows what.

Elena If there was ever a crown for the unluckiest goddamned wolf in the world, it would have been shoved down my head, kicking and screaming. Me. Elena Wolfe. My heart thumped wildly inside me and the knot of anxiety in my gut tightened as a roll of thunder pealed through the sky. I could see the wolves surrounding me from the corner of my eyes, their hard faces appearing gaunt in the yellow light of the fire torches that had been lit all around the square.

The pages smelled exactly how they looked. Old. Ancient. I carefully turned the first page. And froze. A picture stared back at me. A wolf stood atop a mountain. Silver fur. It was massive and majestic. But what caught my attention wasn't the wolf. It was the tail. Bright red fire blazed behind it. Not fur. Flames. Actual flames. My pulse quickened. I kept reading. Page after page. Story after story. History. Legends. Warnings. Prophecies. Most of it I already knew.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone. No messages. No one noticed she was gone. Or they had… and just didn’t care enough to chase her. Adrian Wolfe. What kind of man agrees to marry a stranger? She hadn’t even met him. But she’d heard the stories. How he dismantled companies and left empires in ruins. How he made deals with nothing more than a stare. Some even said he was part of the Mafia—dangerous, powerful, untouchable. And now, he would own her.

The city breathed beneath Wolfe Tower like a living organism, glittering veins of light stretching endlessly toward the horizon. In the penthouse, the air was charged with anticipation, the subtle scent of ozone and silver fire mingling with the faint trace of blood and candle wax. Lucien stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette carved against the skyline, every inch the Alpha billionaire wolf, poised on the cusp of conquest that spanned more than teeth and claws—it stretched into finance, politics, and power older than the city itself.

’ the man’s voice was not more than a whisper. ‘He was moving fast, like one moment he was here and in the blink of an eye he would be on the other corner of the room, and he doesn’t run, he spins’ Cecilia answered to him. They were all strongly trying to deny and not accept the fact about South Hills Pack but as they were connecting the dots, it was forcing them to accept no matter how sour and cruel it looked to them. ‘Lilith is White Wolf, and she is also Alpha, and calling her Alpha was the boy who has ability to spin and move fast, something we ordinary wolf do not have’ man murmured, witches exchanged glances with each other. They got scared watching how his face twisted.

And unlike most people who ask that, she's looking at me in a way that actually wants the answer. I consider giving her the fine, good, great. Old habit. "Honestly?" I pick up a pen and turn it over in my fingers. "Weird." "Weird covers a lot of ground." "Yeah." I set the pen down. "I keep reaching for something that isn't there. My wolf. Several months ago I'd have told you a wolf was just a wolf— something you ran with at full moons and used in a fight. But it turns out it's more than that. It's—" I stop, not sure how to finish.

"He didn't hate me. He wanted me so badly it was eating him alive‚ but he didn't know how to want something without trying to own it. That's how Wolfe men are. They don't know how to love gently. They only know how to consume." "What happened?"