Wolves Love Story Novels & Stories

she said, eyes crying. She raised her head and put her forehead on his, kissing his nose as tears fell down her icy cheeks. “Evan,” she whispered, “I love you. Please, hear me. I love you. Please, promise... don’t hurt me. I love you. Don’t hurt me,” she repeated, still crying as she pressed her face into the coarse fur of the beast. The wolf calmed and his eyes lightened, becoming soft, round, and caring. She kissed the top of his snout again. “I love you, Evan,” she whispered.

She used to look at the wolves, thinking it was about her father's love for his Queen, as both wolves formed the infinite symbol, but she'd never really looked at it properly until now. The male wolf had his head bowed towards his mate, the look in his eyes one of pure devotion as they gazed upon each other. The female wolf looked back with grace and strength, qualities her mother always carried, and when Alina looked closely enough, for the first time she noticed the tip of an arrow protruding from the males back. This statue spoke of sacrifice, immortalizing the love an Alpha had for his mate, and she realized the statue wasn't about infinite love at all. It captured one raw moment, before

A soft, harmonious howl emanates from the depths of his throat, an embodiment of primal instincts entwined with affection. Then, in a surprising display of gentleness, the Wolf's lengthy, rugged tongue sweeps tenderly across Astrid's visage, painting a portrait of their bond with each affectionate lick. This poignant gesture eloquently conveyed the untamed essence of the creature and the profuse depth of its love for its beloved mate.

He was very interested in the story of the human girl who had superpowers. "Who are you talking about?" Liam asked his wolf pack followers. "It's... a girl. An ordinary human with superpowers who foiled our hunt last night," one of the werewolves said. "A girl? An ordinary human?" Liam was getting more and more curious about the story. "Tell me more! I want to know about that girl." Finally, the wolves recounted the action from last night with Leah to Liam. Leah's name now caught Liam's attention more and more. In fact, the Alpha king was eager to meet her.

I stared at Damien for a long time and stood and walked out. DAMIEN’S POV See, the love birds are quarreling now. I haven’t started my work yet and all is crashing. What would happen when I unleash everything I have in mind on this couple and the pack? Silly fellows. ‘Mitchell, please forgive me.’ I repeated for the umpteenth time, but the fool looked at me like a lamb for slaughter. No worries, soon, I will slaughter you and your entire household of pure bloods. I wanted to touch her legs, to show my fake sorrow but her alpha boyfriend barked at me. I have never heard his kind of wolf growl. Even the master’s is not like this.

"A special mate bond was formed on the night of a supermoon. Two young wolves who fell in love were being separated, just because they weren't mates. The male was tortured in the dungeon using silver and wolfsbane until he lost consciousness and was thrown into the woods to die while the female was locked up in her room. Her father, being the alpha of the pack, banished him from the pack and ensured that her lover would never return. He made sure that she was guarded in the packhouse. For three days she tried and failed to escape. She nevertheless managed to sneak out the window and scale the packhouse wall, eventually. She sprinted through the darkness of the night, letting her wolf sniff a

They sat across from each other at the small table and Marisol folded her hands and looked at Danielle with the specific quality of attention that came from someone who had stopped being surprised by what people were capable of and had moved into something more like compassionate witnessing. "Tell me what you know," Danielle said. "All of it. Everything you know about the pool and the ritual and what comes back. I need the complete truth." "I told you the complete truth the first time," Marisol said. "You told me enough to warn me," Danielle said. "I need more than a warning now. I need specifics." Marisol looked at her hands. "The pool is older than this pack," she said. "Older than the ter

My hurt question ends in a broken whisper. She smiles at me fondly, her wise eyes sparkling. "No wolves survived because none of the white wolves had a mate willing to give his life for them. The moon goddess doesn't want blood; she wants to test love. Your love for your kingdom and family and your mate's love for you. When white wolves die, they come to this land of dreams. If their mate sacrifices for them, they can wake up; otherwise, they spend their lives here, content and blissful." I look at her in shock, and she smiles.

\*\* I pushed into her slowly. She gasped, wrapping tighter around me. “Fuck,” I growled. “You’re perfect.” She moaned, head falling back. “Don’t stop.” I thrust deeper, harder. Her back hit the tree bark, but she didn’t care. She pulled me in again, lips crashing on mine, biting my lower lip until I tasted blood. We moved in sync. Animalistic. Rhythmic. The kind of intimacy only wolves could share. “You feel that?” I whispered.

I ask and Lion nods several times to make me feel better, "Okay. I will start then." "One other thing. Uh..." he takes a breath and sits on the floor on his knees in front of me, "I was going to wait for you to read before I blurted this out on you, but I'm forced to tell you now. Um, you see... there are times when our wolves fall in love with someone. Usually your wolf and that person's wolf fall in love with each other, as Alpha and Omega. They're considered fated mates." "Really? That's something real?" I ask, genuinely surprised. I've read books where they talk about that kind of thing but I always considered it fantasy, "What does that mean? Why are you telling me?"