Wolfless Novels & Stories

She wore a floral dress and turquoise jewelry and she looked at the house on Whitfield Lane with the sharp, assessing eyes of a woman who had been seeing the future for forty years and was now looking at the present she'd set in motion. "Three stories," she said. "Brick. Garden. Nice." "Thanks, Mom." "Which one is the wolf?" Josie blinked. "How did you." "The windows. Wolf lords like high windows. They like to see out without being seen. It's a denning instinct." Vangie walked into the house like she owned it. She looked at the kitchen. The heavy oak table. The new espresso machine that didn't scream. "And the bull likes to cook. I can smell it. Garlic. Rosemary. He's Polish?"

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.

Was all I could mutter, chest tightening, heart almost unbelieving. “Does he know I’m…” I trailed off swallowing hard to push down the knot in my throat before I could talk again. “Does he know I’m wolfless?” “He’s aware of the spell Amelia placed on you and has promised to do everything in his power to fix it. Should you desire it.”

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

Before him stood the embodiment of a legend long believed to be mere folklore—the last moonlit wolf. The wolf, resplendent in its ethereal glow, emanated an otherworldly luminescence that illuminated the night. Its fur, a tapestry of soft white and gossamer silver, shimmered with a celestial brilliance, casting a spell upon all who beheld it. Each strand seemed to capture the very essence of moonlight, weaving a tale of enchantment through its delicate strands.

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.

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

In Milan The preparation for the fashion design competition, an event that held great significance in the werewolf - human fashion world, was nearing its end. Isabella, a talented human designer with a unique perspective influenced by her experiences with werewolves, had crafted numerous outfits. However, she lacked a design specifically tailored to the upper - class market, which included both wealthy humans and powerful werewolves. It wasn’t because she lacked the skill; rather, she couldn’t afford the premium materials and embellishments that were highly sought after by the elite. In the werewolf - human luxury fashion industry, the quality of materials often determined the value and desi

“You’re gorgeous. But I’m sure you hear that a lot.” “No,” Electra blushed as she looked down at her plate. “Why the fuck not?” Celeste asked. “I’m wolf-less.” The younger woman shamefully told them. Celeste stood up and whistled, causing the café to fall silent. “Does anyone here give a flying fu-“ Jill cleared his throat reminding his friend of the children in the café, “-unny flip if someone is wolf-less?” “I have a moody teenage wolf they can have.” A woman called from the far side of the café. “No returns, exchanges, or refunds.”