Wolfless Novels & Stories

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.

"Take off your clothes and get on the fucking bed right now." ****************** Knox's massive black wolf prowled silently through the dense woods, its fur blending seamlessly with the shadows. Each step was calculated, each movement executed with unwavering determination. As he approached the border of the Moonlight pack's territory, a surge of anticipation surged through his veins.

Nothing unusual. Then the last paragraph. We have a significant population of wolfless wolves living outside formal pack protection in our territory. They have been without alliance standing for years. If your framework includes provisions for wolfless wolves, if they can be formally recognised as pack members rather than dependents, we are very interested in discussing membership. I read it twice. I looked at the last line again. If your framework includes them.

She lowered her head further, picked up the brush without a single word of protest, and started again. The girls laughed as they walked away. One of them whispered just loudly enough for Elena to hear. “That's the Alpha's firstborn?” The other answered. “Unfortunately.” A pause. “She's the wolfless one, right?” “Yes.” The laughter faded as they disappeared through the archway. Elena's hand tightened around the brush. The word followed her everywhere. Wolfless. At twenty-one, she had heard it so many times that sometimes she wondered whether that was all she had become.

I smiled, "Miss Glass, I didn't say I wouldn't approve. I want to understand if my approval will cause issues for my pack. Your pack might not be amused to find another pack has sponsored your business. You are unmarked, you clearly have a wolf. I know how valued shewolves are for Moonless Night. Though the wolf scent is very light from you. How long has it been since you shifted?" "I don't have a wolf." She lied. "Oh, little wolf. That is a blatant lie. How long has it been since you shifted?" I pressed my Alpha aura towards her, demanding she answer me truthfully.

“Tell me, how did the dinner go?” I smiled without realizing it. “It went well, Chef.” “Oh?” she teased, raising a brow. “I recognize that smile.” My smile faded as another thought returned. “Chef, do you know what being wolfless really means?” She sighed. “They’re wolves born without the inner wolf or the abilities every normal wolf possesses.” Just as I’d expected. “But, what does it actually feel like? Why is it so different?” She dusted flour from her hands before answering.

I dry my hair quickly, but it stays half wet, so I clip it back to keep it out of my face. Ronan escorts me downstairs. As we walk through the hall, loud noises from outside make me jump. Through a window, I spot a line of people in black leather, aiming guns at practice dummies. “Who are they?” I ask. Ronan stands next to me, looking out the window. “The Royal Firing Squad, made entirely of Wolfless.” “Wolfless?” He nods. “They’re part of the King’s Army. Wolfless can’t fight or shift like normal Werewolves, but they can still fight—mostly like humans would.”

Sofia pov: I managed to dodge the black wolf's attack, but he was aiming for my neck – a clear attempt to kill. I tried linking Josh or anyone, but there was no response. My wolf, Albaz, spoke up, "Sofia, we need to fight back. But we can't shift, we don't know who this wolf is. I can’t get a scent. We need to share control."

My father sighed, his smile remaining as he adjusted his black robes, each piece of clothing he wore crafted from the finest cotton; yet easily manoeuvrable in battle. I smiled up at his armoured breast plate, once again noticing that he still wore the armour of the stag after all these years, vast antlers reaching across his broad chest. I shifted my eyes towards the sheath by his side, the large jewel at the hilt of his long sword breathtaking as the red shone through his black cloak; informing me that he still did not trust the members of the council enough to remove his weapon in their presence. Smart. I believed that each one of them would betray him were they given a chance, taking the

Blake smirked, gesturing at Jasmine’s cousin who was currently clenching his fists, standing a few feet away, watching us. “Wulfric, if anything happens to my mate, I just want you to know that I will behead you without hesitation.” Alex scowled at Blake. “Relax, Adalwolf. Nothing is going to happen. I’m going to gather all my best warriors to go with my beta to keep watch. And then you and I will sneak over the border.” “Why me?” “Because we’re the only two people I know who have a high tolerance to wolfsbane. So if we get shot, we’re the most likely to survive.”