Wolfless, Fateful Encounters Novels & Stories

I did not stay to let it become a different hook. “Slot stays open for silence,” I said. “Welded if you try another winter. Wagons still move. Your name still off the door. The wave at my wall is your priestess’s letter, not mine.” I took Vaelin’s offered space in the stair without taking his mouth. Our shoulders hit and the almost sparked and we ran. Court. Cold. The western knot already shouting. Nikolai’s spear line. The pale hook of bodies no longer waiting. First impact: timber, claws, a citadel wolf going down in slush that remembered last month’s blood.

Aethelwulf shouted furiously. Today was Julius's birthday, and his mate was partly uncertain. The men who followed her to New York said she never got on a plane to get there, and no one knew where she was. To complicate everything, she had left her phone and had hardly any clothes with her. The thing he immediately noticed was the damn embroidery she was always holding onto. He goes out into the street and shifts. Running wildly through the forest. A poor boar has the misfortune to cross his path, and he attacks him with such great aggression that the poor animal doesn't have time to escape or defend himself before he feels his throat being torn by the big wolf's tusks.

asks Anwen, a former female warrior on the Council. My mother hesitates. “I cannot make anything of it yet.” Her answer is disappointing. I was hoping for something profound, maybe prophetic. Wulfgar, a burly and well-respected warrior elder, returns the Council to the immediate matter. “Were you able to interrogate the wolf?” “No—he died from his wounds almost immediately.” The elders all look at each other.

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?"

Carson walked out of the library. The book I was reading wasn't going to help, at least it didn't seem like there was anything in it that would help Celly. It was interesting though. I kept reading. I was hoping to stumble across anything that might help Celly with her wolf. I didn't understand how her wolf could be so hateful to Celly. How could her wolf want to push Carson and Eckley away? How could her wolf not want to shift? Why does her wolf not want to search for her name? Why does her wolf insist on making Celly miserable? I have so many questions and I don't want to be rude to Celly or Carson but Goddess what the fuck?

And that image from now…that sudden vision of myself under bright moonlight, surrounded by four wolves…What was that? What happens when people find out? Was this a dream? And the worst part… What happens to my mission in the palace, when the king’s son already owns a dangerous, unfairly large piece of my heart?

A sandy hued wolf appears from nowhere and blocks her path, growling until she stumbles back. All across the valley, wolves find each other. The battle is over. In its place is a homecoming. But here, at the center, the thirteen witches stand alone. Their stolen army has come back to itself, and now, there is nowhere left to run. I stand at the forefront next to Marek, my chest heaving from the desperate surge of victory. The battle has long since shifted, and what once was chaos is now stillness in the dawn air. Wolves, full of their own rediscovered strength, watch with growling restraint. More warriors stand ready behind them, ready to pounce at the first sign of the witches’ resurgency—b

“The wolf Alpha… he’s here for a reason.” She froze. “What do you know?” “Old magic stirs. Bonds break. Bonds form.” He released her. “Be careful, child. Not all wolves howl for blood.” Before she could ask more, he vanished—literally. One second he was there, the next, gone. Seline shivered. *Great. Now I’m getting advice from ghosts.* She headed to the bar early. Maybe work would distract her. But when she arrived, Austin was there.