Wolfless, Fateful Encounters Novels & Stories

She'd be here when he came for her, when he rescued her. Adam and Jackson ran blindly through the woods. They didn't care where they went as long as it was away from Gary and Paul and those things they'd become. They were so intent on getting away they didn't notice the wolves behind them, surrounding them. They didn't notice until it was too late and they stood face to face with six snarling black wolves. The two smaller grey wolves stopped dead in their tracks. They looked at each other. This was it, they were dead.

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

“The combination of fire and ice has happened before.” Rose blinked. “It has?” “Yes.” Kael leaned forward slightly. “What happened?” Aldric’s gaze darkened. “They ended a war.” Rose frowned. “And?” “They both died doing it.” Silence fell over the clearing. Rose felt the white wolf inside her pause. Listening. She crossed her arms tighter. “That’s a terrible story.” “It’s history.” Kael remained calm. “What kind of war?” Aldric’s voice lowered. “The kind that nearly wiped out every wolf alive.”

A full week had elapsed since the whole encounters, and Nash found himself leisurely traversing a busy street when an abrupt and desperate cry for help pierced through the ambient noise. Startled, Nash's instincts kicked in, propelling him towards the source of the commotion. To his surprise, he stumbled upon Emily engaged in a fierce struggle with a wolf. The urgency of the situation captivated Nash's attention, and he stood there, observing the unfolding drama with a mixture of concern and fascination. Emily, tenaciously tackling the wolf, fought to maintain control. Intrigued, Nash couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of the scene.

I tried to focus on what Tristan was saying, but it didn't take long for my mind to wander. Despite my attraction to her, I can't help but notice that I couldn't connect with her wolf. 'Me too' Beck my wolf purred in my head. I visibly squeezed my hand at the thought of her not having a wolf. I've been waiting for this day for over thirty years, and it's finally arrived, but she's wolfless. 'Why would the moon goddess choose to punish me in this manner, what am I supposed to do with a wolfless mate, how is she to rule the entire werewolf pack if she's wolfless,' I pondered as my grip on the whiskey glass tightened with each unanswered question.

Alpha Jace reminded his daughter about the deal talked about earlier before they went home. “Yeah, I get it.” Ashlyn rolled her eyes and keep herself quiet. “Aside from that report, there were some falling wolves tagging along with them. They were exiled wolves from the same pack but none of the pack could recognize their faces or their scents since they were already falling into their madness side.” Alpha Jace went back on the report since Vladimir was thinking already about how to secure the pack from those fallen rogues' sudden attacks.

The whisper curled around him, unseen but felt. And behind him His followers emerged. Wolves marked by the corruption. Their eyes weren’t golden. Weren’t silver. They were black as the void. Not controlled. Not possessed. Willing. They had chosen this. And now They were ready to defend it. Lyla didn’t move. Neither did Aleron. For a moment The clearing held its breath. Waiting. Waiting for the first strike. Waiting for the first drop of blood. Mason whispered, "Please tell me we’re not trying to talk this out."

“It led me to a hidden door. And… and there was a room. A room with records. Of players. Of their deaths. Of the ones who were lost.” Therin curses under his breath. Elyra goes very still. Then she speaks softly. “And what did it say about you?” “It said I was… not yet failed.” Elyra tilts her head. “And?” “And…” I swallow the bile rising in my throat. “It called me the Wolf of Two Fates.” That makes the witch go pale. Therin takes a step forward. “What does that mean?” Elyra doesn’t answer him, and neither do I. She is staring at me with a strange mixture of horror and awe.

They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others. As I flipped through the pages, I found more references to their downfall. The text spoke of how the white wolves' refusal to fight back had sealed their fate. They had believed in peace and harmony, not in violence and conquest. This made their extermination all the more tragic. They had been betrayed by those they had welcomed and trusted. A particularly poignant passage described the last stand of the white wolves. Surrounded and outnumbered, they had faced their attackers with dignity, choosing to protect their young and the most vulnerable among them rather than fight. It was a heartbr

“Does that mean this girl… Tiffany could be the only survivor?” “That could be or she was somehow involved in the total annihilation of her pack.” Silas said unsure himself. “Surely she couldn’t have been more than four or five when this happened. There is no way she would have been apart of it. And there was something about her. She didn’t act like someone that knew she was in the presence of another of her own kind. “ he missed remembering the look on her face as she had run into him. “And I did not sense a wolf there. It was more like a hint a wolf had been there but not know.”