Wolfless Novels & Stories

"We have a problem. There's been another attack. Same pattern as the others. Werewolf victim, unhealable wounds, reports of a white wolf." "Where?" "Three blocks from your apartment. Mary, whoever or whatever this white wolf is, it's getting closer to you.”

He pulls back quickly, swallowing hard as my alpha command hits him hard with an unfiltered pulse of power. I see Wills shoulders shake for a second, I think in laughter but can’t be sure. Then she turns back to look at the two of them, that fake innocent stare firmly in place as she reads this slogan out. “’Wolfman in the streets, Knotter in the sheets’. I don’t understand this one – what is a knotter?” [“Holy shit, she didn’t just ask that did she? Forget Georgia and the Boy Scout, I’m about to throw my hat in the ring here too.”] Anders laughs through the link.

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.

Sierra was born into Blackridge, the greatest wolf-racing pack in the world. Everyone expected her to become a champion. Except, Sierra has never shifted. She has no visible wolf, no extraordinary athletic ability, and no place among the champions her pack worships. She was desperate to prove that being wolfless does not make her worthless. Then came the biggest sprint of her life. Sierra loses. Before the entire wolf world and the public, her fated mate, Alpha Jaxson Drake, publicly rejects her. He didn't care that the entire world was watching. Humiliated and devastated, Sierra disappears beneath the rarest Dark Moon in generations. Th

“She’s my friend and my roommate. There. Now you know.” “She’s wolfless.” I say it slowly, watching for a reaction. Levana barely blinks. So she already knew. “Wolfless?” Caius sits up on the couch. “Wait. Is that actually possible?” “Apparently.” Landon stops writing and puts his pen down “It’s possible in theory,” he says. “There are records of wolves born without the ability to shift or connect with their wolf. They’re centuries old, though. The last documented case was considered…”

It had altered me. Removed what it could not control. Defined me by what was missing. “Wolfless”. The word has settled with a different meaning now. Kael’s voice reached me again, stronger now, no longer distant, no longer strained. “Aria,” he said. The sound carried through the bond, not through the system, and it pulled at something deep inside me, something that responded without hesitation. My chest tightened again as the bond surged, and this time, my wolf did not remain quiet. It pushed back.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

I then got back into my car and drove to the packhouse. I walked into the woods and sat on a tree stump, waiting for Jasmine to arrive. A stunning wolf with brown and black fur with white on her paws and on the tip of her tail sprinted out from behind some pine trees, stopping in front of me. Jasmine’s intoxicating scent wafted through the air. Her wolf was beautiful, with thick fur, brilliant amber eyes, and perfect pointed ears. She almost reminded me of a fox. For a moment I considered running my hands through her fur, wanting to know how it felt. But I resisted, knowing this was not the time or place. I stood up and put the clothes I brought onto the stump and turned around, giving her p

The only wolf that big was Hector's wolf, yet this wolf appeared from nowhere. Kayla's wolf was insanely strong but something about the other Wolf was suspicious. It could do more than be a wolf, it could fly above you, it could go invisible and attack from anywhere but her wolf was smart. She ended the fight in seconds, following the paw prints it made and waiting for the perfect moment to attack. When she found that moment, she pounced on the other wolf and bit its throat, clenching her sharp teeth so hard. She didn't leave the wolf until Hector started to howl and Nova appeared out of thin air.

She continued on about facts and such while others ogled over them. "To finish off our tour, I give you, the wolves. Now what we have here are gray wolves. We actually have a pack here in our zoo. We have six females, three pups, and our Alpha. Now our Alpha name is Alastor. Which in Ancient Greek means "tormentor." We named him this because he doesn't like anyone. No one can get near him, feed him, or be in the habitat with him awake. He is put under tranquilizer. Does anyone know what that is?" She asked the group of kids in the front. Eliza and I looked down over the wall separating us from the wild wolves. Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups.