Wolverine Cry Novels & Stories

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

I heard one of my warriors cry out, with anguish in his voice, followed by several low growls. I sped up my steps to catch up with them and when I reached them my heart just about stopped. The warrior who had cried out, one of my wolfs, had one hand braced against a tree, the other clutching his stomach as he bent over in such a way that I thought he was actually going to be sick. “Dear gods” and “Fuck” came from Hunji and Travis.

I muttered as rains of tears began flowing down my eyes. I have started crying a lot ever since I left the White moon. Every pent-up emotion was released when I came here. I wasn't scared to cry anymore. I was no longer the girl who would swallow her pains. Xander made me see the reasons to cry and be consoled. There's no one to mock me or smile when they see my tears any longer so I cry anytime I remembered my past and Xander does his best to cuddle and console me.

He is trying to soothe me but I'm hurt they just sat there not saying anything making me upset thinking they were disgusted. "baby girl please don't cry. I am sorry we didn't say anything, we were just shocked. I swear baby we could never be disappointed in you honey we love you girls so much", he says rubbing my back as tears fall wetting his shirt. He strokes my hair and purrs I never knew wolves did this but they do it sounds frightening but it is opposite cause it comforts when you need it. A purr growl to ease worry and slow the heartbeat. All three use it on us girls when we are panicked or crying. I even noticed Ryan use it and I drift right off to sleep.

The cold was seeping through her bones and she could see Art shuddering next to her, feeling the same cold. Art flicked his finger out and a spark started and he started to whisper something under his breath, that almost sounded like 'nocere- dolor lupus.' His voice was soft and steady and the wolf, for just a moment, looked as if it was in pain and then its eyes turned a deep red. It howled and pounded its paw against the window.

“But not like this. On Moon Oath, I swear, we’ll rescue them…but only when it’s certain to be every last one.” I shivered at the determination in his voice. There was no way of doubting him. Zhen poked his furry nose out of my pocket. “Aw, wolveie, you missed all the excitement.” Zhen whined, affronted, before flying out to wind around Moon’s throat above his collar like a shimmering scarf. “I missed you too, Wolverine,” Moon smirked. When Zhen bit him, he laughed indulgently like it’d been a hickey. Maybe it was the wolve equivalent.

Her fur stood on end, her frustration evident. Without hesitation, Luna lunged at Alpha William, her fury palpable. She let out a roar of frustration and sank her teeth into his arm. He responded swiftly, grabbing her by the scruff and lifting her off the ground. Despite her struggles, he pulled his hand away from her mouth, letting blood flow freely, and gripped her ear firmly. Luna let out a soft cry of discontent, her eyes betraying her frustration. She exposed her neck to him, her wolf no match for his commanding presence.

Her wolf pushed back, raw and desperate, and Elena did the only thing she had power to do. She threw her head back and unleashed a howl. Not a normal one…this was desperate, agonized, and full of a terror she couldn’t hide. The sound vibrated through her bones, echoed off the thick glass, and rippled across the lab in a haunting wave. It hurt terribly, it hurt really bad…but she poured everything she had into it. A call for help. A cry of rage. A desperate plea that someone, somewhere, would hear her.

Her Mom got worried and went to hug her. "Dear, cry. Don't hold back. Crying will make you feel light. Pain will pour out with tears." Luna was crying, holding Susanna tightly in her arms. Susanna's body was burned but was healing too fast because of her Golden wolf power. Golden Wolves have extreme healing power. They can even heal a person. "I felt hollow Mom." Susanna sounded like a lost soul. Luna was afraid of thinking something like this would happen. And her fear turns out to be true. She indeed became numb out of shock.

Tears of heartbreak and humiliation pour out. Mason's words, each one a barbed whip, lash relentlessly through my mind. Had I not heard it myself, I could never believe the boy who had been so intimate with me last night is the same person as this cold, calculating strategist. So, it seems, a wolf can perform such an intimate marking without love. Even at their most passionate, they can still coldly utter the cruelest lies. The more I cry, the worse I feel, but I don't dare sob aloud. I can only muffle the sounds, my body trembling uncontrollably in the confined space.