Wolfless, Fateful Encounters Novels & Stories

Determined to face this situation head-on, he summoned the elders and gathered his loyal guards at the palace gate. As the woman and her son approached, Adolph could see the weariness etched on their faces. They appeared burdened by the weight of their past actions, seeking redemption and forgiveness. The woman's eyes glistened with a mix of anxiety and hope as she addressed Adolph and the gathered wolves.

I laughed as he jumped at me again, and I grabbed him by his leg and tossed him to the ground. "I remember this one time, the two of you decided that you wanted to beat on this one pack wolf. See, he was weak at the time because his wolf had tucked themselves away. What you didn't expect after you tossed him from that cliff and down into the gorge, was for him to come back to life." I moved toward the wolf, aware of another coming up behind me. While the murderer before me was climbing to his feet, I quickly spun around and snapped the neck of the other wolf who had just joined us.

I’m not touching that thing. As I get off my bike to get closer to the rogue I can feel eyes on me from the direction of the pack. Right then I hear something from that same direction so I take my helmet off to get a better look. And hot damn is it ever a better look. Even from this far away I can see the muscles rippling in his bare chest and abdomen. He’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. So of course right at the moment, the guys show up to help transport the unconscious rogue and put a stop to my ogling. Before I have a chance to greet them I feel a breeze come by and momentarily thank it for cooling my body off, but the direction of the wind leads right to the wolf and I can see him smell

I gave him a questioning look and he spoke," wolf blood in large quantities is like poison for vampires. Doing something like that is suicide." I winced at the thought. Nothing had ever prepared me for exactly how horrid things dealing with fights could be. They always spoke, but most had never experienced it. Harvest Moon was known for being peaceful, and having had very few battles during it's history. Other than wiping out and enslaving my species apparently. "She's hungry," Julian spoke up, breaking me from my thoughts. He gave my hip a small squeeze and I squirmed. "Have you eaten yet?" Gerwulf laughed," are you trying to be nice and ask me to have dinner with you?"

he shouts. “I’m here!” I shout back. “They’re trying to split us!” Wesley cries out as he takes an Eastmarch wolf to the ground. I see it now. Vale wolves pushing from the left. Frostveil from the right. Eastmarch wolves are scattered throughout. They are trying to isolate our center. Trying to create chaos. Worse of all, they are trying to reach Fern. My chest turns cold. “They’re targeting the courtyard!” Wesley shouts again.

"Without thinking, I headed towards the lake. But then I remembered I had promised not to go to the lake alone, so I took the trail towards the vista. I sat at the overlook and talked to my wolf for a little while, trying to figure out how I feel about Carson. My wolf and I don't really agree on much, including Carson." "When I got back up, I decided to follow the trail along the ledge and come out on the far side of town. I didn't get far before I heard voices. I assumed it was Warriors on patrol. As I came around a bend, I realized the males weren't our Warriors and I froze. My wolf screamed Danger and I told her to shut up as I turned to run. I wasn't fast enough and they caught me. One g

Ulrik's cedar pheromones spiraled into chaos, sulfur-laced with the stench of burning. Staring at the wolfsbane-scarred mark on Velda's neck, he recalled Adelaide on the battlefield, her wolf claws tearing enemy flags, the moonlight cascading over her armor—his wolf soul had whimpered uncontrollably.

The box that’s the whole reason I need my wolf to come tonight. If not… well, operation target the king would commence. And I don’t care who gets burned. The breeze whipped harder now, carrying that eerie stillness. My legs felt stronger, faster, almost electric, like I was running on pure instinct. Then it hit. That familiar pressure crawling down my spine, heavy and hot. It happens every year on this exact night. May 7th. My birth or better curse night. I took the left path, smoother roads, easier for H.P. to track me if she freaked.

“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.”