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.”

Alpha’s name appeared on the board last. He walked toward the center of the hall, muscles tense, heartbeat calm. Across from him, a rival stood—a tall, broad-shouldered werewolf named Kael, one of the top Alpha candidates already glowing with dominance. His amber eyes narrowed. “You’re the weakling they let in?” Kael sneered. “I’ll make this quick.” Alpha said nothing. He didn’t need to. The bell rang. Combat began. Kael lunged, claws extended. Instinct screamed in Alpha’s chest—but his wolf stayed silent. The system had locked all his reflexive power. He barely dodged, knees scraping the stone. Pain burned, and Kael grinned.

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.”

He truly was a pup, he never failed to act like one. "You know about this too?" Grim asked. "Yes," Mason nodded. "I do know about this and I agreed to this," He muttered staring at me and I smirked. "Really?" Ragnar said. "Go on and embrace your mate," Mason said and Nova turned back to me. My wolf yipped in delight as she approached me, her rose and lemon scent drove me crazy as she stopped on the stage. She was dressed in her filmy dress which screamed exotic, she was driving my wolf crazy with need just by staring at her,

Warriors fell before they could shift. The air thickened with wolfsbane, choking them, killing them. “IT’S AN AMBUSH!” someone screamed. Nicolas barely had time to react. A silver net landed on him, burning his skin on contact. He screamed, his wolf howling inside—but the silver held him down. “NICOLAS!” Zaiya screamed. She shifted, her sleek black wolf leaping at the enemy. Her claws tore through armor, her fangs found flesh. One down. Then another.

Real wolves. The Prince's opponent is a wolf with fur the same color as his hair; pure copper. The golden eyes seem to shine as it stares at the other with fangs bared in clear threat. The nails in silver claws. And he still holds the spear in his hand, ready to attack. He has a body posture like the man he once was, yet animalistic. I'm shaking, confused and curious. My eyes burn from the long time without blinking, but I'm surprised by a third beep that makes me close my eyes.

TYSON She quietly cried in the front seat, her tears spilling down her cheeks, chin, and neck. Seeing her like that pained me and broke my heart. I absolutely hated it and was ready to destroy entire cities to make her happy again. Once we were on our way, I asked, "When you said you don't have a wolf, what does that mean?" "It means exactly what it sounds like. I. Don't. Have. A. Wolf. I can't shift. I'm basically just a human."

Venn immediately replied: "It is a wolf that can control and absorb all things. In particular, only this wolf can control the air." As soon as Venn finished speaking, Amity also regained her strength, gently flying from the air to the ground. Amity looked at Lily again and said, “Try it!”

USELESS! He rumbled inside his thoughts and exhaled heavily. Crossing his arms behind his back, he replied to her meaningfully, " I have done it already. Tomorrow the entire Wolverton World is going to know how the famous king, Radolf Wolfshon tortures his slave to death who is innocent and isn't at fault."

"It's okay, baby. It's okay. Wolfless mean uhm… someone who has no wolf." They blinked their innocent eyes at me. "Is there someone like that?" "Come on, get in bed and I'll tell you," they jumped to the bed, excited to hear a new tale. I tucked them in with my heart still pounding loudly. Laying on my side, I stretched one hand over them above their heads. "Well, once upon a time, there was a really beautiful young girl. She was so pretty that everyone admired her. She had eyes like you, nose like you," I poked their noses and they giggled softly. "And hair like yours, but the beautiful girl couldn't shift."