Wolffe Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

His presence filled the room. Slowly he turned to her. Her breath caught. He looked like a Greek lone god. Just standing there in all his glory,tall and dark and brooding.He held a wine glass in his hand slipping slowly. He looked so dark and dangerous just standing there and she swallowed. And she knew ,just by looking at him– really looking at him– that all the rumors about Adrian Wolfe being cold and ruthless and using any means to get what he wants was true. This was a man in control. A man used to command.

Shock flickered across his face. Mine too, honestly. No time to dwell. Another came from behind—I spun, instincts screaming—I used my Claws. Not fully But close. My nails tore across his chest, ripping fabric, skin—He hissed, stumbling back. Holy—Focus. The white wolf surged through me, not taking over—guiding. Left. Left again and then down. I dropped low just as something whistled over my head. Now. I drove forward, shoulder slamming into a body, knocking him into another. They went down in a tangle of limbs and fury. A laugh burst out of me—wild, breathless, a little feral.

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

Depot Bravo, moments later A frosted pane imploded, talons first, and the bay filled with teeth and light. Jake’s stance cut to steel; Kim hauled Jane behind a wheel-well. From the mouth of the aisle, a corporal held his team with a raised fist—no shots—as the brown she-wolf slid through the frame, head low, eyes fixed on the girl clutching a silver cross of wolfsbane like it could quiet a storm. “Queen,” Jake breathed. To her pack, the night obeyed.

"Surely... there is an error? My alpha protector is a peaceful leader." The rogue sneers, pulling a thick roll of heavy tactical tape from his belt. Before Jone can weave another sentence, the rogue slaps the adhesive over Jone's mouth, cutting off his ability to manipulate the conversation. "Let us begin the chronicle," the rogue whispers crazily, hoisting a graphic pack record photo showing a mutilated wolf corpse. "Let us discuss the rogue commander whose limbs Michael Jackson personally severed and left for the crows." Jone stares at the image through narrowed eyes, his inner wolf completely unmoved by the blood. If that rogue had threatened the Silverclaw borders, Jone only regrets that

Always wanting more. He walked around the desk, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. He was shorter than his son, softer in the middle, but no less dangerous. His hands were clean, his nails manicured, his suit tailored to hide the bulk of a body that had once been lean and hard. Fenris watched his father's reflection in the glass. Dante stopped a few feet behind him, close enough to be felt, far enough to pretend he was giving Fenris space. "The Wolfe family," Dante said. "The last heir. Where is she?"

' I said my smile faltering into a thin line . ' I will tell you anything . ' he declared which confirmed that I already had his trust . ' Nyla mentioned that she is Adalwolf's mate and destiny ? Is this true ? ' Immediately I finished my question, his eyes glazed and he avoided my eyes . ' Let's talk about this outside . ' he declared and walked towards the door . I followed him outside and we went into the garage where Nyla could not eavesdrop .

He lifts my small wounded and broken wolf form to jump onto the land and lay me down on it softly. Once assured that I was safe, he turns around to the other rogue and that's when the fight begins. 10 seconds....I just counted till 10 seconds to see the rogues fall down dead. One's neck was teared apart from his body while the other was bleeding to death. Pushing their dead bodies into the running water , Volkan clears his snout of their blood in the running stream to only turn around to approach me. I laid there, lifeless and still.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

I wrote furiously. I needed to get the information out as soon as possible. The Warriors needed the information. "Rogues are behind Trail Maps! There were 10 or more on the trail. Selling girls to guy named STAN Stan didn't want to come for one girl without a wolf Bosses = Jerk and Twit - I can identify them! Others are Messenger (kicked him - he hit me with shoe), Dumb (slashed him deep), Dirty (bit his dick - slashed him) - I can identify them!!!"