Wolves That Walk Alone Novels & Stories

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

My thighs tingled in anticipation. The crowd dispersed after a while and training ended. I was glad. I couldn’t wait to go see the rogues. I hated calling them that but didn’t know how else to describe them. The lone wolves maybe? Sounded better than rogue. Rogues were feral from being alone. Wolves were born to be in packs, surrounded by others. When a wolf was alone, it tended to grow bloodthirsty and desperate. These people may not belong to a pack but they were their own community. They all had each other.

Her voice was quiet, but heavy. “The wolves of the Eclipse.” Luka frowned. “What about them?” She lifted her gaze, and for the first time since waking, she looked truly, deeply unnerved. “According to this,” she murmured, “they weren’t just wolves.” She slowly turned the book around, revealing an aged illustration. Two wolves stood beneath an eclipsed moon—one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. She took a slow breath. “They were more than mates.” Theoden’s jaw clenched.

Lana gives him a kind slap on the back and adds, "I'm sorry to hear about your lack of a mate." He shrugs and follows her as he makes his way back to the pack boundary. "I'm tired of the sympathy, too. They move forward in a largely silent manner, splitting up at the boundary as they both transform into wolves.

She checked the young girl’s condition– no cuts, no bite marks– she’s safe. In their Werewolf form, the pack are unable to speak with their mouths. Instead they use telepathy. And only the children of the Moon and their mates are able to hear them. He spoke to Helicent, “Remus’s assistant. The one I chose.” Helicent nodded. She felt a pang of jealousy. She wanted to be the one closest to Remus, but instead she got stuck with the Right-Hand Man. Lyall isn’t all bad. They have the best of sex. But Helicent is used to always getting what she wants. And she wanted nothing more than to be the Alpha’s Mate. But when Remus rejected her, by default, his second in command shall be her mate.

Zara took it upon herself to patiently explain to me the hierarchy of a werewolf pack as we walked to the cafeteria to have our lunch. She started with the Alpha -which was actually what Nathan was, unsurprisingly- continuing with the Beta (David) and Delta (Christian), finishing with the warriors -which was actually what all three female wolves in Nathan's gang were- and then the omegas and the lone wolves. She told me that the lone wolves were simply families or even single wolves who made the choice of living a life in solitude, away from pack grounds or rules. They respected the universal laws of keeping away from any claimed territory and the vow of secrecy from the human world, general

Emily and Liam set out on a mission to build their own formidable wolf pack, known as The Red Teary Moon Pack. They traverse vast territories, seeking out wolves from different backgrounds and uniting them under a common purpose. With each new member, their pack grows stronger, their bonds forged through trust, respect, and shared experiences. As they journey through forests and across rugged landscapes, Emily and Liam encounter wolves with unique skills and stories. They listen to their tales of survival and perseverance, their triumphs and tribulations. The pack members come from diverse backgrounds, bringing a wealth of wisdom and strength to the group.

Leo stated. “Yes, but when it comes to a night wolf, just imagine trying to defeat one who’s only instinct is to kill and for it’s own survival! That must be why nightwolves have never strayed off alone”. Alpha Wayne added. “But I was alone and so was my grams”. I reminded the group. “My grams spent the majority of her life without being around other nightwolves”.

I couldn't contain my excitement. Turning eighteen for most wolves is a big deal. It's when we usually shift into our wolf forms for the first time and meet our inner wolves. I'm even more excited than most, because I've been Mute since I was born. I had been like this since I was a baby, wrapped in the arms of my dead mother. She had been killed by a pack of lone wolves. Lone wolf... A lone wolf is a wolf that lives and hunts alone, outside of a pack, they don't belong to any Pack. This can happen for various reasons, such as being driven out of a pack for multiple good or bad reason, being unable to find a pack, or preferring a solitary lifestyle.

“We should just kill him. It’s cleaner.” The world narrowed to the cold weight of the fork in Nate’s hand and the icy dread solidifying in his veins. “Kill me?” The words came out strangled. “You can’t just… kill me. I don’t even know what’s going on, except you people keep telling me I’m a goddamn wolf!” Felix leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “You don’t get it. Lone wolves without a pack don’t last. They break. They go feral.” He shrugged, a cold, casual gesture. “And when that happens…”