Wolfsong Series Novels & Stories

Blake stood up again to attack him but Aiden built a fierce,transparent wall around them and angry Blake couldn't pass through. Aiden held Nina. "Nisha!" He whispered Nina's wolf name. Still subconscious, Nina didn't know what was going on.Her eyes blazed bright blue.At the sound of its name,her wolf transformed out. She felt immense power surge through her but it didn't wear off the drowsiness she was feeling.Nina was thinking that her wolf has chosen Damon as it mate so she lowered her guard down and let her wolf do the work.Finally,her wolf has surfaced! Aiden grabbed her waist and pressed her body to his.Her hands on his chest,he tucked strands of hair behind her ear.He lowered his head

But from where Rebel and the cougar were now seated again, she was out of eyesight. Someday you’ll want me to want you, When I’m strong for somebody else, Patsy crooned over the loudspeakers. Slowly, Lily made her way to the bar top, curiosity getting the better of her. The fiery scent of whiskey mixed with dish soap from the bar sink thickened the closer she eased to the bar. The barmaid wiped the inside of a tulip beer glass with a microfiber towel as she gave Lily a once-over. “Is it true?” the woman asked. “You’re a Grey Wolf?”

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

Sonia commands. His brown eyes lock on my uncle for a moment before shaking himself free of shock. He carefully lifts May, who struggles and screams, every breath a battle. I follow them, tears streaming, while my parents stay behind, my mother’s cries echoing through the house. Outside, the entire pack feels it—the absence of an Alpha. Wolves freeze mid-step, eyes wide, heads bowing in respect and mourning. A low, mournful howl rises, swelling as every wolf in the pack joins in. I watch in silence, my chest tightening.

The stupid mutt intended on finishing what he had started, and it would be the end of him. Another string of curses left his brain and filtered through the pack bond so that Griffon would hear them, unintentionally of course. The minute the panic had reached the russet-colored wolf he snapped to attention and began to pick up his pace. With an outraged snarl, Aiden sprinted, following the scent of dirt mixed with those wonderful lilies. It took only minutes for the two wolves to meet up as they raced through the icy forest, dodging roots, trees, and branches. They flew through the iced-over forest, paws stirring up snow, claws digging into the dirt beneath.

“ The truth. About your wolf. About your bloodline. And about the prophecy they are trying so hard to bury.” ***** The next morning,I awoke to chaos. I dragged myself outside. Curiosity overshadowed my exhaustion. The scene before me left me speechless,the air was thick with smoke,and distant howls echoed across the pack,many wolves were rushing towards the borders. “What's happening?” I asked a nearby wolf. “Rogues.” He said breathlessly. “They have breached the eastern perimeter”. My heart dropped to my foot. Rogues were a rare and dangerous threat. Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning.

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience of writing this series. The main character in Desire for thirst is the werewolf which murdered my mom. For every novel, I make some particular things to specify from each book like the manner of killing. Likewise, the manner I used in Desire for thirst is man in Balck clothing slashing his victims throat after cutting out their tongue. i got shocked after seeing the similar manner of killing in the news. Was it only a coincidence or... i couldn't even come up with any ways to thi

The night sky blazed like molten gold. Even the stars seemed to vanish as an unnatural light seeped across the horizon. Packs all over the land lifted their muzzles, their howls drowned out by the deafening roar of firestorms crackling in the south. The Solar Wolves had begun. Scene One: The March of Fire