Wolfoo Cry Novels & Stories

Wolfie is a happy and tamed dog but right now he is aggressive on something inside the room. “Wolfie” I called again trying to be strong even though I felt scared. I heard a voice of a woman and she was whispering while crying inside the guest room. Maybe that is the reason why Wolfie is barking. I tried to put my ear closer to the door to hear the voice and the cry was getting louder. As if the woman crying inside is in agony. Her weep is getting harder and harder while she keeps on whispering. Which I don’t understand because I can’t hear it clearly; it seems like she is murmuring with pain and agony.

- Adriah’s POV - I closed my eyes tightly, desperately trying to block out the intense and agonizing pain tearing through my head. The wolf inside me kept howling, louder and louder, its voice echoing through every corner of my mind. It wasn’t like this before—never this wild, never this consuming. It was as if something deep within me was waking up, clawing its way to the surface. The sound grew unbearable, a haunting melody of rage and sorrow wrapped in an endless howl.

It was human. Then, the air temperature dropped. Wolfy stepped into the garden. He didn't look like us. His mental projection was wearing a pristine, three-piece suit. Perfectly tailored. He looked around the spiritual sanctuary with mild disdain. Brushing a nonexistent speck of dust from his lapel. "Stop crying," Wolfy said. His voice was cool. Cutting through Viggo’s sobs like a scalpel. "The emotional incontinence is inefficient. It wastes time we do not have."

I'm getting more and more desperate not knowing what's going on --- Just tell me if you're okay, I can't stand this feeling of helplessness-- I say to her mentally --- I'm great-- she says moving away-- I was just thrilled to see my baby and my man interacting for the first time, besides being the first time I see your wolf-- she says smoothing my fur --- For those who once said they didn't cry because they thought it represented weakness, you cry too much-- I growl mentally irritated by the worry I've been through and in return I get a slap on the arm --- As you just said, I THOUGHT it, I don't think so anymore! As time went by I realized that crying only makes me stronger, it makes me unlo

I say and wipe my nose. “What for? I’m older than Jesus. Do you think in all that time I’ve never cried?” “Werewolves are different. To them, tears are a sign of weakness. We’re only allowed to cry when we lose a mate.” “And when your mate gets raped? That’s not a reason to cry?” “Alhora told you, huh?” “I’ve known all along. It was in her letter. I didn’t feel it was my place to share the news.” "Then why did you give it to me to read?"

He rested his forehead against mine, and I couldn't stop the tears. “Stop, please stop” he pleaded, squeezing my forearm. I moved away from him, looking at him confused. “W-what did I do now?” I choked. He took a deep breath, “Stop. Stop crying, Florence” I chuckled bitterly, “And now you want to control my emotions as well? What do you still want to control—” "It's because I can't handle it! Damn it! Every time you cry, it feels like my wolf's about to break free! It's messing me up!" he exploded, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Thankfully no one was here to witness me embarrassing myself. "I'm here fool,I can't believe you cried after making love to mate."my wolf laughed but I ignored him but he kept on talking. "You where always claiming the bad guy and now here you are crying like a new virgin. don't you think we should have marked mate and completed the mating bond once and for all."

But there I was, the two basically throwing themselves at me, and I was worthy of neither. “A nurse cannot be your Luna.” “But I feel it, Freya,” Damien insisted. “My wolf feels it.” “I’m sorry,” I said as I opened the doors “But your wolf is wrong.” “Freya, wait!” I heard him say, a splash of water from him no doubt getting out of the pool crashing behind me before I closed the door and fled down the hallway. My dress completely soaked, I hoped I wouldn’t see anyone at all, and luckily I didn’t as I slipped into my room, locked the door, and tore my sopping wet clothes off and began to cry.

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

I said. "So did you...uhm, did the alpha, uh.. i mean did you both...did he mark you?" he stuttered. I surprised Toby by hugging him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "Toby, i'm so scared.. i don't wanna be with Alpha Flynn." I cried. "He hurt you... did he?" He asked, hugging me back, unsure what to do. "If.. if he marks me, i don't know what i'd do. I can’t be the Luna." Toby's grey shirt is now wet because of my tears.