Wolfless, Fateful Encounters Novels & Stories

he said, calling an omega to watch Hathor. We walked deep in the forest, and I started to shiver. Cadmus, the feeling I have is danger...something is ...I didn’t finish my sentence, and I saw them baring their teeth. Rogues, outcast wolves who were banished from their packs, dangerous and unpredictable. Cadmus shifted, and I stared at a massive black wolf. They lunged at him, and he tore through them, but they were many. I didn’t think, just shifted and lunged into the chaos in front of me.

Wolfless. A fate in a pack considered worse than death. “Father,” I hear Raven cry out as she scrambles to my side, taking my uncut hand in hers, jamming it into mine and interlocking her fingers tightly. “We can’t let Freya go.” “She doesn’t belong here,” my father’s voice softened. Not for my sake, but for hers. “Freya is my best friend,” Raven insisted. “Mother is right, she is family. She can’t help that this happened, she didn’t ask to be this way.”

Kaiden's wolf tried to intercept, his teeth successfully sinking into Malthus's side, but Malthus curled with an almost inhuman accuracy and sent him sprawling into the throne seat. Sam Wolf aimed for Malthus' throat. A brave but desperate move that almost cost him his life as he barely dodged Malthus's claws, aiming for his chest. Before he could recover, Malthus slammed him so hard into the ground that I heard it tremble beneath my feet. The last wolf charged headfirst. Malthus easily sidestepped and charged at the wolf before it could realize what was coming for it. In a space of heartbeats, my circle of protection was gone. I was standing alone with nothing between me and him but the moo

Sharper. All heads turned. And then—they arrived. Ten wolves in gray armor. My friend hadn’t let me down. They crashed into the rogues like a wave. The battle shifted. We pressed forward again. Rosa’s POV I caught Hark’s scent before I saw him. He stepped into the clearing. Alone. Tall. Smiling. “You brought outsiders?” he mocked. “I brought justice.” He charged. We met in the middle. Fury and history in every strike. Claws clashed. Old scars ripped open again.

It was as if a long-lost friend had returned, bringing with him a renewed sense of purpose. In his eyes, I saw a flicker of resilience, In the moment of our perilous journey, we found ourselves teetering on the precipice of a momentous decision. It was a pivotal moment, one that held the promise of altering the course of our fate. We stood on the brink of forging an alliance, a union that held the potential to shift the tides of our battle against the relentless hunters who pursued us without respite. In the heart of the forest, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, a congregation of wolves had assembled.

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

THERESA I jumped onto the enemy wolf, trying to get a good hold of his back. I latched my claws to his body as if he were a piece of rock I was climbing. Thick blood stained my paws. He bucked, but I kept hold of him, riding him as if he were a wild bronco. Nausea bubbled in my stomach. The wild ride was not mixing well with the wolfsbane that was still in my system. I swallowed back the vomit and tightened my grip on him. I would not give in to the wolfsbane or to him. I had to keep him away from Nikolai. It would be far too impossible to fight two wolves at once. Especially such big and trained ones as these. Alpine Snow Pack had certainly not sent their runts out here.

It was never going to happen. The wolf got very close and it opened his large mouth to feast on Belinda. She covered her eyes with her arms, ready to be devoured when suddenly, she heard a loud growl. She heard something heavy, like a rock, fall to the ground, and this made her open her eyes. She looked up and saw there were two wolves already. The second wolf had a mixture of gray and brown. This wolf stood in between Belinda and the brown wolf. “Prince Damon?” She whispered, and the wolves snarled at each other and began to approach each other.

The hunters have paired up with a Royal Soldier, taking turns in attacking and defending the other as piles of dead Rogues fall to the ground. All around me are furs of various colours. At one point I caught sight of Amberle's fire coloured wolf and Dominic's ice coloured wolve rip apart a black Soulless before they disappear once again. I know my white fur is an easier target as I dodge and fight off multiple Soulless at a time. I find myself in an endless cycle of dodge, claw, bite, kill and retreat while leaving a trail of dead Soulless in my wake. My muzzle is now stained black by the foul blood of the decaying wolves but sadly I have grown used to the stench after an hour had passed in

He was a bigger wolf than she was, by God. Used to working with—taller and with broad shoulders. His guilty determination prevented him from averting his gaze from her or making a concession. It is understandable why Larissa was drawn to the attention-grabbing gray. Lelandi couldn’t help but ponder the experience of having a romp with a boisterous wolf like him. Yet, damned if it hadn’t resulted to Larissa’s death. Keep company with those of your own type, as her father would have advised. No humans; only the red type of lupus garou. No one raised a cup to take a sip of their beverage, and not a single person moved. She fought the need to swallow and pushed herself to look at Darien to see w