Wolfless, Fateful Encounters Novels & Stories

We were both outcasts, hated, tortured and discriminated against by our own families only because we were born different. Cassandra was born as a wolfless wolf, she didn't have a wolf, she was a defect and she was punished for it, the same way mother punished me for what I had no control over. Cassandra was wolfless from birth. Wolfless wolves were a rare case where a wolf is born without a wolf, they can't shift and are considered cursed by the moon goddess because they have sinned in their previous life. When she turned eighteen and it was clear that she was a defective wolf, She was hated by her own pack and mostly her family.

“But what if this isn't the miracle we’ve been expecting. What if something goes wrong and her humanity taints his werewolf blood?” Lord Anthony, who was sitting beside Hattie, ever more concerned with his flourishing vineyards than politics, shifted in his chair. “The Lady is right. The Alpha has his wolf now. That cannot be dismissed. It is remarkable.” “Remarkable,” Angelo repeated bitterly. “Remarkable,” Umma echoed, her smile widening as she leaned back into her chair. “Or would you prefer we call it destiny?” “It would have been destiny if we just ignored what happened in the past, but we can’t.”

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.

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

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

------------------------------------------------------- A wolf with eyes of a bright silver white, Shall bring many packs to re-unite. But not with a lone one by her side, Thrice times the strength is needed fate shall decide. To end the terror and anguish of their reign, An unfeasibility for others who battled before in vain. Each of them has suffered pain of their own circumstance, Nevertheless a twist upon Fate was to give all a deserved second chance. Now with the strength of the trio of mortals and their differing traits,

Perhaps you'd like to withdraw the invitation to the wedding. "Hey, Wolfie, I'm sorry that I said something that made you feel bad. But, c'mon, you must admit, you've never heard of a vampire and a werewolf getting married, have you? It's the equivalent of a lion falling in love with a sheep, or a cat being married to a mouse. "When you put it that way, well, I guess it is unusual," the speaker said. In what seemed like a split second, he was standing next to her with his arm sneaking around her waist and pulling her back down onto the mattress with him. "You don't want to fight on the night of our wedding, do you?" "No, I don't think so."