Wolves Notes Novels & Stories

"Nothing personal, little Luna. You just happen to be in the way of my destiny." "No!" I try to scramble backward but the silver ropes burn and hold me in place. "Please, don't do this!" "It'll be quick. I promise." He raises the machete above his head. "Just close your eyes." "No, no, please!" I'm screaming now, pulling at the ropes even though they're burning my skin. "Somebody help me!" The door to the shack explodes inward. Two massive wolves storm through the broken doorway, snarling and snapping. One is black as night with green eyes. The other is dark brown with eyes like warm chocolate.

I was quick to dodge it, eventually set up, and grab that same paw with my mouth, and bit down so hard that I heard the bones crack, the wolf howl in agony, that I was able to get up, and reach for his neck, just like that I snap it, and threw that lifeless wolf to the side. The sandy brown wolf jumps in mid-air, leaving his whole front body open. So all I did was extend my claws and claw from the chest all the way down to the wolf testicles removing them. Once that wolf hit the ground he bleeds out, killing him instantly. The last wolf was the black and white one, gotten so scared, started running I went after the wolf with all my years running, it finally paid off

“I just had to sneak out because it’s a full moon and I didn’t want anybody to know that I didn’t have a wolf.” “Ohhh.” She muttered under her breath. “But you told me you found your true mate, right?” I nodded. “Yes.” “So he didn’t figure out that you were wolfless? How did your wolves sense each other?” She asked, lowering her voice. I blinked at her question, my throat suddenly dry. “I don’t…. I don’t know.” I replied, confusion creeping into my tone. “I just felt it. I don’t know how. But I know that he's my true mate. One can’t deny the connection.”

I couldn’t undermine what it was; I never found out no matter how many times she did it. … The sound of horses rolling in from several areas of the pack made me jump in excitement. The classical male wolves from noble families in their rich tuxedos, the 1960s musicians who were always there to entertain, and the elders in their roped-up attire—all here for the celebration.

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

In the sky above, clouds hang low and unmoving, like the world is holding its breath. Is this what death looks like? A quiet world, untouched by time or warmth? I feel like I’ve been here before. In nightmares. In guilt. In the shadowy places my thoughts go when I can’t sleep. Then I hear it. A low growl. Followed by the pad of many feet—dozens of them—crunching softly, slowly. I turn toward the sound. Wolves. Not ordinary wolves. These are white. Larger than any natural creature. Their fur gleams like moonlight. Their eyes glow gold.

‘What the hell is he doing filling this place with his scent? ‘Like – like marking his territory?’ Whatever scent filled the air made me nervous, as if I was trespassing and on the verge of becoming human food for a beast. ‘I am an Alpha too, darn it!’ Grace growled and then let out a sound that shook the trees around us. The black wolf stopped, cocked its head to the side with a look in its eyes as if staring at something cute. Grace growled again, this time, the sound more menacing and the wolf growled right back.

“Yes, it seems Neil was right, you are being an asshole at the moment.” “Lily, it is not below me right now to pick you up from your collar and dump you outside of my room. Do. NOT. Test. My. Patience.” His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl.

She estimated that six cars in total were pulled down off the tracks with them. She had banged her forehead on the first pitch anticipating more movement and paying the price in a nice solid goose egg on her head. Her wrist and knees aching from the impact against the bumpy metal, she tried to right herself, but before she could there was a horrible metal scrape, followed by a slam and light flooding into the car from their new side wall. A bright brown wolf, the size of a VW bug dashed inside, barely squeezing into the door hatch. He was frothing at the mouth and had crazed eyes that Jane could see the whites of despite the fact that he was moving, and fast. With a low whimper, it crouched

Why did Remus have to refuse her? “It’s too clean.” Remus said. Eyes still on the photos in front of him. Helicent smiles. She expects nothing less from the Alpha. She pointed at the smears of blood and on how it splattered, “Apart from where the Delta Wolves died, there are no other blood traces anywhere.” She then showed the marks on the grass, and the footprints left on the soft earth. Zeeb’s eyes widened as he came into the realisation, “Only one footprint?”