All Chapters of The Lone Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

In ancient times, various creatures roamed the earth. They were called supernatural beings with abilities that were way beyond the understanding of mere mortals.The inception of their creation was to contend with the otherworldly beasts that greatly oppressed humankind; they were literal bloodsuckers; it was an era subjugated by chaos and mayhem.The battles lasted decades before the Versipellis fully immobilized the Vrykolakas. In modern folklore, the Versipellis were the shapeshifters, otherwise known as werewolves, and the Vrykolakas were the bloodsuckers, now known as vampires.Their long, hard battle that eventually ended in victory did not come without a cost. The Versipellis lost their Luna. The backbone of not only the Monarch but also his people, it was a bittersweet moment when she sacrificed herself for their victory.It was a victory that was never celebrated, for the loss of one's mate is like the loss of oneself, a feeling of loss, utter loneliness, and despair, the abs

The waning gibbous hung a little too low in the sky, with its silver light cast through the covering of the trees. As an Alpha werewolf, Ryan could feel the power flowing through his body, the adrenaline throbbing in his veins.The air was thick. With each step he took toward the battle line and the crush of each branch and twig beneath his paws, he was like a different being.His eyes, sharpened by wolf senses, caught the details provided by the moonlit sky and the long illuminated shadows of the large trees around them. He could hear the sudden rustling of leaves and snagging of branches.The echo of sounds disrupted the stillness that once enveloped the forest. This couldn't allow Ryan to revel in the feeling his beast form gave him. Something lurked beyond the reaches of his senses, and his instincts heightened and screamed danger.The smell of blood permeated the air, he could feel his connection to his people waning, and the fear in the air could be tasted.# The tension tightene

Agitated and out of control, Agatha, one of the women in the bonkers, was resolute and unswerving to join the battle; she felt the telepathic connection with her mate break; her mate was dead. She wouldn't sit by idly and hope that the people that took his life would pay; she was going to ensure she made them pay herself, consequences be damned. She had always been willful and headstrong. She was also one of the pack warriors, and sitting the battle out made her uncomfortable. But she knew the women would need protection if things on the field went south. Losing her mate made her throw caution to the wind; Avery's words didn't register to her. In a different circumstance, she would listen to her Luna, but overwhelmed by grief, there was no room for reasoning. The other women who had lost their mates agreed with Agatha. They had lost their soulmate and did not feel like they had anything left to live for. They were heading out. As if playing a cruel joke on them, the doors to th

It was early the next day when Ophelia woke up. And she rubbed her eyes groggily. Sleeping on the ground in the woods was not at all comfortable. She woke up and felt sore all over. What was she doing sleeping in the woods? She wondered. The apparent rise of the sun above the horizon was a beautiful sight to behold. However, instead of the usual excited chirping of birds, there was a wake of vultures. She was confused, and her memories were foggy. It took her a moment before the wave of everything that transpired the night before hit her. *** Her father was speaking to the pack when they received news that their borders had been breached. They had been attacked by creatures who could shift: " the half-bloods." How could those things even exist??? She was running into the forest to accomplish a task her father had delegated to her. When she felt the urge to turn around and help, she arrived too late. But early enough to witness the murder of her parents. *** *** Oph

With whatever little power they had, the humans tried to form a resistance. However, they weren't dealing with mere mortals; they were halfbreeds; nothing but decapitation or ripping out their hearts could kill them.Their military crumbled instantly, their weapons and machinery were useless, they didn't even last an hour, and all their forces were destroyed. It was mayhem. They were massacred. The half breeds had numbers on their side and were prepared. The humans were sitting ducks. They were infiltrated long ago. The takeover was easy; it was a well-thought-out and calculated plan. Decades of strategic planning proved its usefulness. It was a sad day for humanity. They had lost their homes, their freedoms, their lives, the people they loved. It was shocking and terrifying. They had to adapt to a life they didn't think was possible; a subservient life of captivity, a life filled with uncertainty and fear of the unknown, the monsters becoming reality. At least they had the decency