Wolverine Cry Novels & Stories

VIOLET “ You do it all the time. Tell me something new. ” Wolf sighs. He leans towards the wall, resting his shoulder against it. His wrists are still bleeding and the wounds don’t look like they are going to heal anytime soon. When a werewolf gets injured with silver, the wound takes a lot of time to heal anyway. I set my lips in a thin line and drag my eyes to his face. Wolf’s eyes are closed now as he takes deep breaths.

Without his presence, Lara felt a strange emptiness in the air, as if the pack itself was missing a crucial piece of its identity. As the moon reached its peak, the wolves of the pack began to howl in unison, a deep, soulful sound that echoed through the night. But just as their howls died down, a loud, piercing cry rang out—a howl filled with anguish and fury. Lara’s blood ran cold as the sound reverberated through the villa. The howl didn’t come from the warriors or the elders—it came from the Gamma wolves, the most trusted defenders of their pack. The cry was filled with pain and desperation, sending a chill down her spine.

It was a Howl. It was Leo’s voice—amplified by the mountain’s core—radiating outward in a massive telepathic wave. The so-called "Energy Spike" was no longer a graph on a screen. It was the cry of a wounded cub, vibrating through the soul of every wolf on the planet. Thump. Thump. Thump. The world inhaled. I felt millions of pulses stutter across the globe. Somewhere far away, an old wolf in a frozen den lifted his head. A mother in a city apartment clutched her child tighter. They all heard it—Leo’s scream.

I whisper, letting out a massive sigh of relief before crying like a small pup against his chest. "Do not cry, everything is completely fine now," Logan whispers, his large hands reaching up to gently wipe the tears from my eyes. "My wolf is completely okay." "Logan, why did your boots execute such a dangerous thing?" I sob, trying to calm my breathing down. "Why did your alpha body run back inside that terrible hell?"

The needle went in—plunger down. Jasper screamed. His spine arched; fur detonated across his shoulders; jaw elongated with a wet, bone-hinge crack. Fingers clenched, nails tearing into claws that scored the bed rails like foil. “It’s not working!” Zak shouted, stumbling back as the wolf ripped the frame from its anchors and hurled it into the wall. Metal shrieked. Alarms joined in. “Clear the room!” Kim snapped. They spilled into the observation bay. Jake slammed the red LOCKDOWN. Shutters bit; lights bled to red. Inside, the werewolf rounded on the glass, chest heaving, breath fogging the pane. It roared—then staggered.

I have never seen anything like this before. Our wolves do not tend to ride its human counterparts’ emotions, which means it is the first time we ever saw a wolf cry. Only when I see the hurt, denial, and pure agony in his eyes did I realize… What I had been through was nothing compared to what he did. “He’s hurting.” Eloise whispers, making me look back down at her. Her doe eyes search mine for a moment, waiting for my reaction. I glance at the wolf caged within the hideous walls that had grown moss and filth over the years. He stood on all fours, eyes looking right into mine as if proving he was sane.

he said with a disturbed look. " Even if a Luna wolf is supposed to be on you, it isn't supposed to be on your chest. It is on your left arm" Milan said, still confused. " Yes I know but what's going on? " He asked. What he didn't tell Milan was that sometimes the wolf glows and it gives him pain in the chest. Adrian was having a terrible nightmare when he woke up with an excruciating pain on his chest. He felt something moving in it and when he touched it, it gave him a spark. Looking into the mirror, he saw the wolf. He was so terrified even at the beauty of the wolf. This he didn't tell Milan

* crack, crick, crack, crack* I cry out again and begin sweating profusely and I feel like I’m about to pass out. I feel myself droop and lose consciousness. Vinnia "What did you do to my son?!" "I helped him so he can heal faster" "Then why is he unconscious?" "I guess his wolf is not very strong and they could not bare the pain so he's simply sleeping and while he sleeps his body and wolf will heal quickly, do not wake him, let him wake on his own, these are some pain killers, give them to him only when he's in pain and it's Two at a time and do not exceed Six per day, is that understood?"

Not a Ruby Wolf, but close enough for tests. "Please," he begged. "I've told you everything about Kieran's pack." I uncorked the bottle. "One last service for the cause." The werewolf thrashed as I pushed the liquid down his throat. For a moment, nothing happened. Then his eyes widened. He screamed—a sound of pure pain that echoed off the stone walls. His body convulsed, fur rippling across his skin as he tried and failed to shift. "What's happening to him?" Vex demanded.

Okey, that’s not my fault anymore. “I want you to make her pay for what she has said to me!” she screamed like the Grand Alpha is deaf. Werewolves have very sensitive hearing, right? With that kind of scream, she may definitely have caused him to go deaf. The Grand Alpha closed his eyes, maybe to recharge his patience. Hehehe.