Wolverine Cry Novels & Stories

Alpha Vargus yelled. My eyes widened in horror and Arwan flew up from bed, “Let’s go,” he commanded. We stormed out, and the sound of weeping filled the air as werewolves gathered around families, crying and howling. Heavy tears streamed down their faces, their bodies shaking with sobs as they grieved the loss of their beloved mate. A woman clutched the hand of her child, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She whispered words of love and goodbye, her voice trembling with emotion.

I whispered into his ear. He was shaking and the first snap brought a big scream out of his mouth. I disconnect from him as I can't lose my energy now. I would need it later. And I can't heal him now because his bones must break in order to re-form into his wolf. His bones broke for next thirty minutes and his scream made the birds near the woods fly away.

I gritted my teeth. Suddenly I heard a whimpering sound in the room so I looked at Anna and found her crying. Tears were streaming down her eyes. And when I placed my hand on her shoulder she broke into tears while sobbing and whimpering. She was wailing in pain. Because of crying she even started hiccuping. Holding her head in pressed her head into my belly and she wrapped her hands around my waist and cried her heart out. I felt my wolf was howling in pain. He was angry and sad at the same time. And it wasn't good. If he loses his mind then I won't be able to control him and he will destroy everything and even kill the innocent.

A golden-brown wolf with green eyes was among the others. Logan initiated the fight by crawling towards the wolf, getting close enough to make it cry out and back away.He then attacked, sinking his teeth into the wolf's stomach, causing severe bleeding. Logan's response to a wolf's howl is immediate destruction. Then two more wolves arrived, their eyes full of menace.

The soundwaves of my outburst shake the ground around me, my body vibrating euphorically as the powerful outpour floods from my lips while I burn with unkempt rage. The creatures collapse to the ground, overwhelmed, crying out for mercy as they curl up and shout in pain during the length of my anguished outcry. When the stinging finally seises within my thigh, I turn to face the twisted creatures as they shuffle backwards in defeat, terrified as they glare upwards before quickly dispersing and scattering into the surrounding shadows and out of sight. “No way…” my wolf chuckles breathlessly, her tone mischievous as she seems pleased with the revelation, “I think mom might have been right…” sh

Cyrill mumbled in amusement—in mockery. Her lips were trembling, as if the beta werewolf had the ability to fasten any woman’s tiny mouth. “I-I am…I-I am just shocked t—” Cyrill smiled. He smirked mirthlessly. “You think I’m a fool?” He queried; circling her vividly erected nipples with his thumb. She shook her head. Not in disagreement, but of disbelief—of dismay. “How could you—” Tears slid down from her face like the heavy rain that began to pour outside. Her voice was even drowned by the sound of thunder rumbling on the dark skies above.

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

It was a sound filled with pain and regret, a silent apology that cut through the fog of my anger and pain. The wolf slowly lowered its head, its tongue gently lapping at the tears streaming down my face. The unexpected tenderness broke through my defences, and I let out a choked sob. The wolf's whine deepened, resonating with an apology that echoed through my head. It then crouched down, bringing its massive head to rest on my thighs, I instinctively began to stroke his fur, feeling the rough texture beneath my fingers. Its eyes closed, a soft rumble escaping him, almost like a purr.

I squeeze my eyes shot, unable to see my love endue physical pain. It seems like it’s fueling his rage. Lily tells me and I’m able to continue watching. Just then, Arthur lets out a scream and his wolf vocals bark through. His teeth morph into his canines, and by look on Noah’s face, it’s clear he’s surprised they aren’t fangs.

My wolf howls in agony, urging me to understand, but the pain sears through me with such intensity that I can hardly breathe. Crimson eyes, glowing like fire, stare at me in a vision that feels all too real. The image of a massive, black wolf, teeth bared in a snarl—my heart aches as it echoes deep in my chest. The ground shakes beneath me, as if the earth itself is trying to drown me in this torrent of agony.