Wolves That Walk Alone Novels & Stories

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.

He was lighting a cigarette. “Seriously?” I grumbled. “He wouldn’t even offer to help.” Crunching leaves filled the air as I walked. “Just so you know,” Rex called out, “there’s a group of stray wolves like you camping a few miles from there. Either you get attacked, or you all have a little reunion. Either way, you’re on your own.” I ignored him. He was obviously lying, probably trying to scare me into staying so we could keep talking about his weird fantasies.

It's great to feel the ground on your paws, branches crunching as you run faster than you'd think ever possible. For some reason, my wolf Zalia suddenly begs me to go into the woods. I walk in, wondering if she wants a run when she almost jumps in my head, yelling faster and telling me to head to the left. Walking slower than she wants, I creep forward, moving deeper. After about half an hour, i hear noises coming from ahead, and my wolf whines, begging me to hurry. I sniff the air and smell the slight smell of a rogue but also lavender with a hint of mint. Rogues are dangerous in most cases because they have no pack and can go feral on their own. The good thing is you can always tell when t

But that’s where the similarities ended. The scent profile was off. She couldn’t know how many wolves were in her territory. That made no sense. Whoever they were, their scent told her they were a lone wolf, and not a rogue wolf. Often the names were confused by those not of the wolf persuasion. A lone wolf was a wolf without a pack. They may live with other lone wolves in a loose-knit group. A rogue wolf is a wolf who’s lost their ties to all other wolves, and loses their ability to feel compassion, guilt, or remorse. They’re the supernatural world’s monsters. The criminal elements, it’s underbelly. They will do anything for their comfort and enjoyment. Murder and mayhem are nothing to them

I had one day until I turned twenty-one then I could leave the hellhole I called pack and live as a lone wolf. At eighteen, wolves are considered adults but lone wolves are a rarity as living without the ties of a pack can drive a wolf to insanity. Our laws prohibit wolves under the age of twenty-one from living solitary lives to keep the rogue population in check. “Tomorrow, Rena, you and I will leave this hell and find a real home.” I stroked the fur of the stray black wolf that became my friend a year ago.

She may have been okay, or she may have been breakfast. “I think each of you could have won this fight but see how we were stronger together?” I ask. They all look around and nod, but I know it’s not a normal thing for them which is actually funny since wolves are pack animals. Lone wolves don’t survive long on their own and I am surprised the lab doesn’t understand this. “Now what? Is this all of them?” 3333 asks.

She did not want to be a lone wolf, even if she didn’t have a single percentage of the werewolf gene in her. Kihara’s eyes lit up slightly, her fingers snapping as if she’s caught something. “Lone wolfs die quickly of loneliness,” She said. “Because they miss their pack and cannot join another one and for some reason humans are insufficient substitutes.” She shook her head as if to get back on track. The trio in front of her smirked, their gazes telling her they knew what her thoughts were about just now. Damn werewolf smugness. “Since Rogue wolves walk along the same path, wouldn’t that mean they too would die of loneliness?” Perhaps the wolf was just lonely, that is why it had travelled c

I finally looked at Alice then, realising I’d been talking nonstop. She was watching me, confused but listening. “I know we’re twins,” she said. “But I hate to break it to you, we’re not the kind that can remember each other’s minds.” I took a breath, forcing myself to slow down. “I’m saying wolves aren’t meant to stand alone,” I said. “We’re meant to draw strength from the people we’re bound to. Family. Pack. Blood. Together we’re stronger. Apart, we’re… incomplete.” Alice still looked lost.

And then, the myth has been told. Together, the three of them have trained and chosen the path that the world bestowed upon them. Together, they conquer empires and built their own name. For werewolves, you are incomplete without a pack. You are called a lone wolf and the bitch that can be used as a source of humiliation but their case is different. They are unique and special because they don’t need a pack to live with.

It hated the rain as it covered the smell of rogues. Rogues, wolves without a pack. Wolves who sank into madness as they lost any connection to a group. Strangely enough, these lone wolves sometimes got together and had only one goal: attacking others who swore allegiance to an alpha. It hated them and killed them on sight, never trying to hear their pleads.