Wolverine Cry Novels & Stories

“Logan—” “I can smell her fear, Cullen.” My voice cracked despite myself. “She is crying. Not loudly. She is too tired for that. Too broken. And you want me to wait?” Cullen’s expression softened for just a moment. “If you go in like this, you will start a war.” I bared my teeth. “Good.” Before he could say another word, I shifted. The change tore through me like fire, bones cracking, muscles expanding, rage pouring out unrestrained. My wolf burst free with a thunderous snarl that shook the trees. Warriors behind us gasped, some swearing under their breath.

He was right though. “Are you for real? You slut! Dancing in the bar and not letting anyone touch you! Are you pretending to be some saint?” The rogue #2 slapped her and she fell to the ground. Tears stained her cheeks. Even though it was late at night and only the moon was showering its light; I could see everything- a benefit of being a werewolf. Wait...! Tears…! But werewolves can’t cry.

She mustered every ounce of courage within her, pushing past the paralyzing fear that threatened to consume her. With a surge of determination, Olivia cried out again, her voice raw with desperation. "Please!" she pleaded, her words a desperate plea for mercy. The werewolf recoiled, its eyes widening in response to the unexpected plea. She stared into the creature's eyes, her own filled with a mixture of fear and desperation. She saw a flicker of humanity within those depths, a glimmer of recognition that whispered of a shared vulnerability. The air crackled with uncertainty, as if the werewolf wrestled with conflicting emotions.

The werewolf's guttural screams of pain and pleas for mercy filled the air, a sound so raw and terrifying it made Lana tremble violently. "Cover your eyes!" Leonardo commanded, his voice a low growl. Lana immediately obeyed, her hands flying to her face, though the horrifying sounds still reached her ears. The vampires, their movements swift and predatory, paused their gruesome feast. Their heads tilted, and they sniffed the air, their senses catching the scent of a powerful wolf. Their blood-red eyes fixed on Leonardo, a recognition dawning on their pale faces. A cruel, crooked smile spread across the face of the one in front.

The only thing that makes sense to her is that the pain is getting worse. "crackle, crackle!" the bones of Lyca started to break down. As soon as Xavier saw what was happening, he did not waste any time and quickly shifted into his wolf form. Because he is used to doing things in this manner, it only takes him a minute to finish making the adjustment. In the meantime, Lyca caught a glimpse of the black wolf despite her vision is hazy. (It appears that Xavier is not exaggerating... it has been determined that he is the wolf that was seen last night...) Lyca's internal monologue, which she carried out while clenching her fists and biting the corner of her lip.

Risk him rising again. Darius shouted as Wakanda’s power smashed into him. “Logan! Decide!” I stared down at Kaelen, his blood warm on my claws. Fiona’s sobs in my ears. Wakanda’s fury shaking stone. My wolf roared for blood. My heart called for her. And I froze on the spot.

I pleaded with him as he whimpered, throwing Aymeric on my knees as I whimpered, looking at Aymeric, who was bleeding badly. I heard voices from the woods as I pulled Aymeric in my arms. “Chad? Finn?” I cried as I held Aymeric. The wolf growled before he jumped into the river as I held Aymeric. “Aymeric please,” I cried, holding him tighter as I swung back and further. “Somebody help me,” I cried, holding his chest as he whimpered. Why wasn’t he healing fast? For crying out loud is a part of Lycan. “Please don’t Fuck do this to me,” I cried as I pulled him in my arms. Where was everyone? Didn’t he link to anyone when he saw the wolf?

- 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.

He looked away and just focused on walking. We were busy walking until we heard animal cries, and that is when we saw a group of animals running down the mountain. I was about to turn around but I felt a shake on the ground. This isn't good. I grabbed Zale and started running towards the foot of the mountain, I stopped, looked at him, and asked, "Can you fly?" He nodded and I did the same and jumped on the tree leaving him on the ground. "Do you want to die or what? Jump and summon your wings!" I ordered him, he doesn't know what was going on. Since he lives far away from the mountains, of course, he wouldn't know what to do when there is a landslide bound to happen.

The man who punched him made him kneel back by jerking him up aggressively. “Boss, please. I swear I can't explain what he is. He was like a man. Only stronger and he was super fast. His fingers were so long that they could pierce through bodies. That's how I got that wound behind my back and the other men too. Please, believe me.” “So we have gotten a wolverine following Avril around now, I suppose?” The man didn't answer but cried silently. Luca turned to another man who was wearing a blue suit behind him. He was tall, slender and wore nerd glasses. He carried a laptop suitcase on his right hand and a phone on the left.