Wolves Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Chapter 36 – Caden I growl as a wolf gets to close to Grace on my right, the dirty brown wolf facing the blunt of the power coursing through my blood. He whimpers, instantly lowering himself to the ground in submission indicating he understands that I can rip him to shreds in an instant. We have been running for two hours now since leaving the cave and in that two hours we have cross paths with numerous wolves either rushing to claim a mate or rushing to the Lodge for their freedom. I watch as Grace dodges a wolf trying to sweep her paws out from under her, watch as she whips around and bites on his jugular and growls menacingly at him. He submits to her, showing his neck and slowly lowering

"Mine is supernatural and mystery." "Am guessing you must like romance novels.... I mean all girls does...... " I shut the book am reading with a loud thud, cutting him shut. raising my head to give him a glare, I growl out in frustration. "I don't like romance novels, they are so cheeky and so unreal, I prefer supernaturals, especially were wolves. Satisfied." "Umh.... Almost." He smiles sheepishly. I rub on the tip on my nose with my fingers, massaging it softly.

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.”

I slowly sat down on the ground even though it was hard. The black wolf attacked Reginald, he move backward to avoid the attacked, they’re running from the distance and for an instance Reginald attacked the black wolf using his talons from his paws. Uncounted attacked that he made and he bite the enemy to the neck. Wanted to get rid of the black wolf from him but Reginald was stronger he didn't give the enemy a chance to retaliate until the black wolf gradually lost consciousness and the black wolf bathing on his own blood to the ground. It looks like his head will be detached to his neck.

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."

he says. A sharp silence fills the room. I swallow. “What does that mean?” “Most wolves are given one true mate,” he explains. “One bond. When that bond is broken by death, the wolf survives—but never fully heals.” My chest aches at the words. “But once in centuries,” he continues, “a wolf is born capable of forming a second bond. Not a replacement. A continuation.” My breath catches. “So… I’m cursed?” “No,” he says calmly. “You are rare.”

It would be too scandalous. In fact, I'm based entirely on what I read in those romance books, and also on my own experience. If I had a partner I would never accept another woman around him like we are. Never. But I don't know how this kind of situation works among your people. Maybe there is nothing like that. Don't be jealous, I mean. They are so libertine with their pleasure. Maybe the same thing happens in all your relationships. The wolf watches me for a long time and doesn't respond, so I think I should continue.

He gave a single, sharp bark in the wolf’s direction, almost as though confirming my thoughts. I glanced up, my chest tightening, and my breath caught in my throat. The wolf was stirring again, muscles coiling beneath the dark fur like a spring ready to snap. His movements were more violent this time, a twitch of limbs, a flick of his tail, subtle shifts that made the blankets rustle ominously. A low growl rolled from his chest, guttural and strange. It wasn’t a normal sound. Not entirely. Not just a growl. It carried an unfamiliar cadence, an edge of awareness I couldn’t place.