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The story isn't over yet.
A Dark Fantasy Romance Series
Book One Half human. Half Pure. Hunted by wolves. Hated by men. Bound by a stolen soul. The last hope for peace.
A world of werewolves, power, and forbidden bonds — where survival is never simple and love is the most dangerous risk of all.
Almost there. Almost home.
About the Author
“I was born with a very creative imagination from the get-go.”
I'm a versatile writer, born in Burnley, brought up in Brierfield and now living in Kirkham, near Preston. I write across multiple genres — I have never wanted to be pinned down as just one type of author. I started in 1992 with a black pen and A4 lined paper, and I haven't stopped since. Forever Wolf is just one of the worlds I've imagined.
Book One · Where It All Begins
Half human. Half Pure. Hunted by both.
Aryn is eighteen, a miller's son, and running for his life. He escapes to the Northern Straights — a frozen border no human or wolf dares to cross — and finds Luna, the last of the Pure, dying in the snow.
She should have killed him. Instead, she bites — and gives him her soul. He wakes as Aria: the one soul who could bring peace to Aryla… in a world where wolves and humans both want him dead.
The story isn't over yet.
More of Aryla's secrets await.
New bonds. Old enemies.
The final chapter.
The Story · A Luna Cycle
Five nights. One stolen soul. Follow the moon.
Night I
Eighteen years old. A miller's son. And a werewolf on his trail. In Aryla, wolves don't lose a scent — so Aryn does the only thing he can. He runs.
Night II
He flees north, to the frozen border no human or wolf will cross. The cold out here kills anything that tries. Aryn is finally safe. Or so he thinks.
Night III
In the snow lies a lone white wolf. Luna — last of the Pure, her pack slaughtered in the Blood War, her body failing fast. And she has seen him.
Night IV
She should have torn him apart. Instead she bites his arm — and through that bite, she pours her very soul into him. Then everything goes dark.
Night V · Full Moon
He wakes changed — not on the outside, but within. Half human, half Pure, he takes a new name. Aria. The one soul who could bring peace… and the one both sides want dead.
Hated by the wolves. Hated by the humans. Yet he's the only one who can unite them — if he survives long enough to try.Read the First Chapter
The Bloodlines
Five souls bound to one fate. Some would love him. Some want him broken. Choose who you trust. Hover a portrait to meet them.Tap a portrait to meet them.
01 · The Hybrid
“I… will… survive.”— Aria, Forever Wolf
Born Aryn, a miller's son. Now half human, half Pure — with the silver fire of the Onyx River in his veins and a vow he refuses to break.
02 · The Black Wolf
“I told you before, that he loved me.”— Aria, about Fenris
Black fur, golden eyes and a sapphire at his throat. The warmth of a love that never asked Aria to be anything but himself — the name he holds on to in the dark.
03 · The Last Pure
“Instead of killing him, she passed on her very soul.”— Forever Wolf
Her pack fell in the Blood War. Dying alone in the snow, she chose to give her soul to a stranger rather than let the Pure end with her.
04 · The Alpha
“Survival is not the goal, Aria. Submission is.”— Silas, Forever Wolf
He rules from an obsidian throne in the Great Hall and believes every will can be broken — given enough time and a big enough audience.
05 · The Enforcer
“Love is for the weak!”— Kael, Forever Wolf
The Alpha's right hand — patient, cruel and endlessly inventive. He holds the keys to every cell, and he never forgets a face.
From the Manuscript
Deep in the Blood Territory, Aria must survive one full luna cycle in the Great Hall of the Blood Pack — a test meant to break him before any treaty is signed. Every night costs a little more than the last.
“Survival is not the goal, Aria. Submission is.”
— Silas, Alpha of the Blood PackReader discretion
Chapter XIV
Aria remained silent, his eyes fixed on a point on the far wall, his mind drifting to Fenris. He imagined the black fur, the warmth of a love that didn't require him to be a statue. He could feel the silver fire of the Onyx River pulsing in his veins, screaming to be released.
“He's still fighting it,” Kael remarked, circling him. “I can see it in his eyes. That little spark of immortality.”
“I told you before, that he loved me,” Aria managed to choke out.
“Love is for the weak!” Kael roared. “Your love is a leash, Aria, and I'm the one holding it!”
The iron door slammed shut. Aria lay in the darkness, the cold water of the lake still clinging to his skin. He looked at his hands, the silver veins shimmering faintly in the gloom. “Almost there,” he whispered to himself. “Almost home.”
The luna cycle was nearing its end, but the price of peace had never felt so heavy.
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