Novel & Cerita Wolves Romance Novels

"I am the Alpha of The Winterborn Pack and from a long line of Royals, as well. I wanted to take a Mate of Royal blood, as well. When I heard of Kalyssa, I knew she was the one." "Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm already taken," I said, trying to make light of the comment, but no one seemed to find it funny. I took a sip of my wine and swallowed, knowing this was going to be a long night. "So, where is your pack located?" "In northern Alaska on the sea." Rolph smiled longingly as he gazed into my eyes, appearing to be already half in love with me. "And you're an Arctic Wolf, as well?"

"Two months ago, the southern border of the camp was infiltrated by our enemies, because one of us had betrayed the rest of us." The fires rose at her words and curled into images, some I had witnessed with my own eyes, some I hadn't. There was Winston jumping out of his car the moment he smelled the blood in the air, transforming into the biggest, darkest wolf I have ever seen in my life, actually as big as a bear and I remember how shocked out of my mind I had been but how I couldn't let my mind wander because Gwyn had needed me with her while she healed herself of her wounds and scrathes. The flames moved and twisted and wrapped into an image of a big reddish brown wolf, leading a pack of

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

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.

I was rooting for him and Alex all of a sudden because they were the only important people in my life here. A female wolf came to Alex's side and tried to tend to his wounds to ease his pain. She put some liquid from her mouth on the wound to probably stop the wounded area from getting infected, Alex winced in pain. His body was open as he had only a part of his shorts on, just enough to cover his private area. I stared at his build for a while and walked closer to him to stay. The wolf stared at me with those intense eyes of hers, they were so beautiful. Why would anyone want to hurt such beautiful creatures? I raised my hand in surrender, showing that I had no weapons of any sort and I was

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Eyes wild. He reached me. Grabbed my arm. Not hard. Just urgent. "Don't go." I pulled away. "Your wife fired me." "I don't care." He stepped closer. Too close. I could smell him. Pine and leather and something else. Something that made my chest hurt. "I need to know who you are." "I'm Elena. Your Luna's assistant. That's all." "No." He shook his head. "That's not all. I've spent a week in the mountains. Looking for answers. Looking for someone. And all I found was ruins and ghosts."

“Well, I can't actually call it weird. I know of people who bond from the first day they met one another. I think you just bonded with Miss Julia. And usually, the reason could be because your wolves feel compatible with one another.” “That could be it. So, love, you don't need to worry, I'm totally okay and good thing you've set me on the project, so I don't think there's anything wrong now.” “You're, right, my dear, and I appreciate the fact that you understand me.” “Of course, I should understand you in times like this.”

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."