Wolverine Cry Novels & Stories

I'm sorry… I'm so, so sorry…" He frantically called my name and tried to warm my cooling skin with his strength. He tried to call for my wolf through our mind link, but silence was his only response. My wolf had completely dissipated now. "Ah!" Lorcan let out a primal scream toward the heavens. It wasn't the roar of an Alpha, but the most desperate, agonizing wail of a wolf who had lost its mate. Crimson tears streamed from his eyes, and his wolf, driven by ultimate grief and regret, was spiraling into a total, violent frenzy. Arwen crawled onto his feet, too. He stared at my lifeless face and the old scars on my back that had long since healed yet remained grotesque.

“Come off it, my friend. What sort of joke is that? I’ve never heard of a wolf becoming dormant just because she isn’t getting fucked. Why should yours be the first? Stop with these childish excuses and embarrassing the family name.” “Dad, are you even listening to me?” My voice cracked, tears already stinging my eyes. “This isn’t a joke. Dr. Voss confirmed it. It's called Lunar Atrophy. My wolf is starving for the mate bond and without Raynard claiming me or…or knotting me, she’s going to shut down completely. I’m scared. I need help.”

Any seconds I spend away from her will be like hours. “You don't need to apologise, I know you will never hurt me." I smile at her words. I'm glad she has learned to trust me and not be scared of me. “I read that werewolves tend to release a growl when they are angry or not pleased with something. Are you angry that I bought a television in your room without telling you?"

No matter how much I peered into the water surface of the lake, absolutely nothing happened. Not in five minutes, not in fifteen, not in half an hour... Unable to contain my emotions, I hit the water with my fist. Well, how so! So much to pass and again nothing! A cry escaped from his chest, no from helplessness, no from desperation. My cry echoed throughout the cave, reflected in every corner. Even now I won’t say whether it was me screaming or my she-wolf.

The wolf’s eyes widened, but he did not flinch, continuing to press his teeth against my arm in a brutal effort. A cry of pain ripped from my lips, echoing through the forest as the wolf crushed my arm. Conan cried inconsolably, his anguish echoing through the desperate scene. With tears in my eyes, I cast a comforting look on his path and whispered, “I promised I would protect him, and I will protect him!”

I forgot how painful Carmen’s scream could be, guessing earlier she had gone lightly, and by god it’s so much worse when her emotions kick in. I feel like my eardrums are bleeding as I force myself to clutch my ears and struggle to look up to see Colton has dropped his prey long enough for it to crawl away. Every single wolf around us is cowering in pain, at the god-awful noise coming from that girl. It’s effective to say the least but it’s really not directional and all of us are being wounded in a bid to save one.

Then warmth spread between my legs. It felt like my body was being torn apart. I convulsed in agony, my screams splintering in the air. My wolf pup... it was gone... I sank to my knees in a pool of blood. My chest ached as if it had been ripped open. I held the tiny bloody bundle to my chest and screamed in anguish. Every cry tore through my chest. Xavier... can you hear me? Xavier—! Despair, pain, and rage erupted into a raw, savage fury.

That way, I'm sure Lavanya will slowly let go of those bad memories,' said my wolf. 'You're right, Zion.' I agree with my wolf. 'Me always being by her side is my way of showing support for her.' 'I will take over your body if you hurt Lavanya. You're the stupidest man in the world if you make her cry.' My wolf threatens me. 'Zion, understand that tears aren't always a sign of sadness; many people cry because they're too happy.' I touched Lavanya's sharp and small nose. 'I know it!' My wolf screamed. 'And you know why I threaten you if you make Lavanya cry.'

“I will not allow her anywhere near you.” Luna gently placed her hand over his. “We will confront her together.” “We will eliminate her together,” he amended. Before Luna could reply, a scream pierced the air. Not an ordinary scream. A wolfscream. Pure agony. Luna sprang to her feet. “That originated from the west.” Adrian was already shifting beside her. His clothes tore apart in a violent burst of movement, fur erupting from his skin as he dropped to all fours—massive, powerful, and terrifying.

Now, as if fate hasn't fucked him up already, he is crying due to the same person for vastly different reasons. The Wolf has never tasted defeat like this, filling his mouth like cremated ashes and somber, black-tie funerals. He has to stop this. This is weak, unbecoming of an Alpha. His grief has soaked deep through to the marrow in his bones, and he can't turn the faucet off. He can't shut it up anymore. Victor cries pitifully, curled in, head resting on his knees. It doesn't pass, welling up thick and black.