Wolfless Novels & Stories

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

It gave me one last, lingering look of predatory hunger before turning and vanishing into the dark woods, moving on all fours like a spider. ​I watched it go, a cold, triumphant smile curling my lips. ​General Vesh thought he could humiliate me and take my pack. He was about to learn that in the North, the most dangerous wolves don't wear heavy armor. They wear silk, and they strike from the shadows. ​Tomorrow, the White Demon would die. And I would finally secure my throne.

“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.”

The two of them went tumbling across the clearing in a storm of needles and dirt, and when they stopped rolling, Garrick was on his back with his legs thrashing, and a wolf I had never seen before was standing on his chest. It was the biggest wolf I had ever seen. Bigger than Garrick by half. Black from nose to tail, black as the inside of a well, with a heavy ruff like a lion's mane and eyes the color of coals blown hot. There was a long scar down the left side of its throat, a pale seam through the black. It wasn't a Silvercrest wolf. Silvercrest wolves ran gray and brown and tawny. Only one pack on the mountain ran black.

Destroying Dalton Kelly, as well as eliminating Maxine; the only wolfless living in the city. After the meeting, Jase deliberately spread rumors about the Dalton Family, especially Maxine. A wolfless like Maxine will only hinder any progress that will happen to the werewolf. Although a wolfless stands alone, without a herd, without a leader, and leading no one, the existence of a wolfless can damage the reputation of the werewolf. On those who live in Cester Continent in particular.

she said, near tears. I sighed and rubbed my face. “When a wolf doesn’t have a pack or a family he’s considered a rogue. It’s an extremely dangerous thing to be. A wolf needs community, needs to feel useful and that he belongs. If he’s alone he’ll do very desperate things to survive. The pack to our far north east is called Venom. Because as you saw firsthand they are pure poison in every sense of the word. They want chaos and believe only the strongest survive. They take unknowing she-wolves from the cities and stage these combats. They charge a fee to even do it,” I said, trying to stop myself. I’d already said way too much.

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

Blasting me for not having a wolf. “I don’t know how much wolfsbane hurts, but I do understand the emptiness. Have you forgotten that I can feel a wolf inside me, but I can’t access her? I might not have to endure the physical pain that you had to but I more than anyone understand. It is something I have had to live with most of my life. Having to live life as a human, even though I am not human.”

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

"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."