Wolves Love Story Novels & Stories

Sure, I was trying to protect her—I couldn’t have known that the beast’s interest in her wasn’t going to get her hurt, but it’d be next to impossible to explain that. I didn’t want to explain it. She either wouldn’t believe me, or she’d be terrified. The last thing I wanted was for anyone in the village to know the truth about me. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I’d either have an angry mob or the government showing up at my door, and then Alex would lose the last remaining family she had. A fox skittered by, unbothered by my presence. Ever since I became a werewolf the animals in the forest have treated me like one of them. In some ways, it was peaceful.

I couldn’t see the commander’s face because of his mask but somehow I knew he was smiling. “The story is a tragedy. Two lovers were on a journey and they met a great tornado along the why. They were separated. The she-wolf who was one of the lovers stumble upon this place. It was so beautiful they she decided to take a rest here and plan what next to do about her missing lover. While she rested, sleep overtook her snd she lay on the flowers. The she wolf fell into a long dream.” “And then what happened?” asked, sitting down on one of the big rocks there. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t tired. We have been awake for hours already.

It was raw and full of passion and this was what I had begged the Goddess for in my dreams. Then he looked up, straight right at me, without guilt or a single drop of shame and instead of pushing her away, he gripped her tighter and kissed her deeply and slowly. My wolf whimpered at this sight and I bolted. I didn’t stop and I didn’t look back. I ran until my legs gave out and I collapsed in the damp grass far outside our pack lands.

Wolves are finally united and our numbers are must higher than theirs. The losses of so many wolves weighing on us all as sad faces look around at the bodies surrounding us. As Tristan turns back I do to, throwing myself at him and kissing him passionately. Not caring who sees as I hold him close. He holds me closer. His hands in my hair as he pulls me against his body; his breathing heavy. I hear his heart beating loudly, a reminder of the life I lost so briefly yet it had destroyed me. My soul had shattered into a million pieces, now reunited as I hold the man I love more than life itself.

We may be supernatural, but even our hearing has a limit. “We are gathered today to witness the ceremony of eternal love between these two incredible wolves. They have come forward to profess their love towards each other as mates, best friends and parents to the next King of the wolves, and we are honored to witness your love story unfold. King Isaiah, your vows?” I swallow a lump in my throat.

Wolf gave her a crooked grin as she entered her home. “Oh Wolf!” The Moon cried, overjoyed to see him, “I’ve missed you! Where have you been?” The Wolf told her of his journey, how he asked the plants and the waters, the animals and even Sun himself how to find the Moon’s home. Over the course of their nights together, the Wolf had fallen in love with the Moon. And she with him. They decided to marry.

A number of the wolves had yellow eyes that moved in the dark beyond. The air stank of wet fur and iron, and under it was a sharp and chemical scent that did not belong to any living thing. Bram held the line at the edge, his voice sounded scraped as he ordered the archers up and the shields locked. "Front rank, brace! Second rank, spears! Do not let them through the gap!" A section of the gate buckled inward with a scream of metal. Three mutated wolves forced the opening. Seeing that, Sarlen could no longer stay in the back. He went straight into the gap, his hybrid strength meeting the first beast head-on. Claws met claws. The impact shook the stone and dust into the air.

Heavy chanting pounded in my eardrums, voices overlapping with one another until their words no longer made any sense. Hands both strong and soft snared my face, cradling it gently. Starburst eyes staring down at me cracked the horrible images in two, crushing the shards to dust. “Breathe, little wolf.” I traced his lips, memorizing their movements. The pull in my chest intensified, drawing me closer. One kiss, that was all I wanted. Instead of soft lips, I received a mouthful of fur. The massive wolf forced his way between us, huffing and puffing as he spun once, then twice, before flopping down in the very center of the bed. Azrael released a laugh that bordered on a groan. “Cockblock—that

As time passed, she found herself increasingly captivated by him, becoming more observant of his presence than anyone else. Frequent visits became the norm, with various reasons serving as excuses for their encounters. Sometimes, he would show up with injuries, and other times, he would bring along his pack members. In the midst of these interactions, their connection deepened, and a romantic relationship blossomed. As they started dating, an unexpected emotion took root within her – love. Despite not being mates, she embraced the bond they shared, convinced that their wolves would accept each other as long as they remained together. The absence of a formal mate bond did little to diminish t

They knew that their love for the natural world and their unwavering spirit could overcome any obstacle in their path. Through their tireless efforts, the pack's influence spread like wildfire, inspiring a global movement rooted in unity and the preservation of nature. Their sanctuary in the hidden valley became a symbol of what could be achieved when individuals came together with a common goal. And amidst their quest to protect the world, amidst the battles fought and victories won, love blossomed within the pack. Two wolves, once strangers bound by the shared purpose, found solace in one another's presence. Their bond deepened with every challenge they faced together, their love intertwin