Library
Search
What Survived The Burn

What Survived The Burn

Werewolf
last updateLast Updated : 2025-07-23
By:  Larissa WatsonCompleted
Language: English
goodnovel18goodnovel
Not enough ratings
165Chapters
1.6Kviews
Read
Add to library

Share:  

Report
Overview
Catalog
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP

Synopsis

Werewolf

Mystery

Steamy

Alpha

Hybrid

Betrayal

First Love

Age Gap

Loria thought she was just a normal girl with overprotective parents and a best friend who knew her better than anyone. But everything changes on her seventeenth birthday—when her body shifts into a wolf and the truth unravels faster than she can run. She isn’t human. And she may not even be fully werewolf. Fleeing home with nothing but instinct and a mysterious amulet, Loria follows a pull she can’t explain and discovers a hidden pack led by the Alpha she’s fated to love. But Simon is more than just her mate—he’s the anchor in a storm she never saw coming. Inside her, another voice grows louder: Zerina, a powerful wolf spirit with memories of fire, blood, and ancient magic. As Loria uncovers the divine truth of her origins and the depths of the power she carries, she must learn to balance two souls, protect her found family, and decide whether survival is enough—or if she was born to lead. In a world of wolves, witches, and wars long buried, Loria must embrace who she is... even if it burns everything she thought she knew.

View More

Latest chapter

More Chapters

You may also like

Related Novels

New Release Novels

To Readers

Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.

No Comments
165 Chapters
Chapter One
Liora’s POVSunlight cuts through the blinds, casting golden bars of light across the bedroom floor. Dust particles swirl in the beams like tiny stars, weightless and slow. It’s the first thing I see when I wake up, and for a moment, I’m still—not groggy, just aware. Too aware. I can make out each particle suspended in air, each thread in the weave of my blanket. It’s like the world is turned up a notch, sharp and gleaming.Downstairs, I hear Mom humming in the kitchen. The soft thud of a mixing spoon against a bowl follows—she’s making pancakes. She always makes pancakes on my birthday. It’s a ritual, a tradition wrapped in cinnamon and vanilla.Today is my seventeenth birthday.But for me, it’s just another day. Routines keep me steady, and I don’t like to break them. There’s comfort in the predictable. So I rise, stretch, and head to my closet, reaching for the same green top I always wear when I want to feel like myself. It brings out the color in my eyes. I pair it with ripped sk
Read more
Chapter Two
Loria’s POVSitting in my room I start to work on a paper for English Literature. It is 4:30 and dinner won't be ready until six. Andy is stretched out on my bed deep in a calculus project. Since we skipped school today we thought the responsible thing to do would be to do some of the school work we had with us. I told mom that I skipped school, usually she would throw a fit but she knows that i didn’t feel right this morning. She also said i get a get out of jail free card since it is my birthday. Andy called him mom and explained but she didn’t ground him. Andy always does what he is supposed to do. I keep trying to type up the paper but the words keep coming out wrong. It is supposed to be a creative writing assignment. After about thirty minutes, I slammed my laptop shut with frustration.“Whoah, Liora, are you okay?” Andy asks looking up from his text book. “I wish everyone would stop asking that,” I say with a sigh. “I am just frustrated, I can’t get the words to come out ri
Read more
Chapter Three
Loria’s POVThe stairs creak beneath our feet like they're bracing for what’s coming—every step a countdown. Andy walks just behind me, silent for once, and I can feel the tension rolling off him like steam. I don’t think either of us is ready for this conversation, but it’s coming whether we want it to or not. The kind of thing you can’t outrun, even with four legs.Mom’s waiting at the bottom of the stairs, holding two mugs. The faint scent of chamomile clings to the rising steam. She doesn’t say anything—just offers me a cup with a tremble in her hand and eyes that look like they’ve already cried too much. I take it and follow her into the living room.Dad is pacing. He’s never been the pacing type. He’s always been a sit-down-with-a-beer kind of guy. Steady. Predictable. Right now, he looks like a grenade waiting for someone to pull the pin.I sit on the edge of the couch, gripping the mug too tight. Andy lowers beside me, hands clasped in his lap, trying not to draw attention to
Read more
Chapter Four
Loria’s POVThe house was still when I opened my eyes.Still—not quiet, not peaceful, just... empty. Like someone had exhaled and never remembered to breathe back in.Faint gray light pressed at the edges of my curtains. The digital clock blinked 6:12 a.m. My head ached—not from sleep deprivation, exactly, but from dreams I didn’t remember. The kind that leave your chest hollow and your tongue dry.I sat up slowly. The sheets tangled at my ankles like they were trying to keep me in place. I just sat there, staring at the wall across from my bed, breathing shallow. No footsteps. No voices. No clatter of dishes or the groan of floorboards. He was already gone.He never said goodbye anymore. Not that I wanted him to.I stood. My bare feet hit the floor with a quiet thud. I didn’t bother turning on the lights. The hallway was dim with milky morning light, the kind that makes everything look faded and worn out.In the kitchen, his mug still sat beside the sink—half-drunk, a smudge from his
Read more
Chapter Five
Loria’s POVI watched Andy’s car disappear down the street until the shimmer of his taillights blinked out behind the bend. The soft growl of his engine faded into a low hum and then into silence. For a moment, I stood rooted on the sidewalk in front of the school, my hands tucked deep into the pockets of my oversized hoodie, the strap of my backpack cutting diagonally across my chest. My body buzzed with nerves and cold resolve, the early morning air cool against my cheeks.He was gone. And I was still here.“You’re doing the right thing,” Zerina whispered softly in my mind.The voice was a comfort—not quite a sound, but a presence, like breath moving just behind my ear.“This will free her. And free us.”I nodded almost imperceptibly and turned on my heel. I started walking.The distance from the school to my house wasn’t far, but every footstep felt longer than it should’ve. Each familiar landmark along the way—the old mailbox with peeling green paint, the cracked sidewalk that buc
Read more
Chapter Six
Loria’s POVI didn’t say goodbye. Not to the road behind me. Not to the pale blue house with peeling trim. Not to the bedroom window that still glowed faintly behind drawn curtains.I just crossed the threshold.Past the backyard fence, past the drainage ditch lined with cattails and crushed soda cans. Past the final streetlamp of Meadowridge Lane. It sputtered weakly as I walked away, like it, too, was giving up.Then the trees took me.They rose up like sentries at the edge of suburbia—tall, indifferent, and quiet. Not the curated kind of quiet that lives in cul-de-sacs and manicured lawns, but the deeper hush of the natural world. The leaves rustled with secrets. Something scurried through the underbrush nearby.I followed the narrow path carved by deer and time. Each footfall pressed into earth that didn’t care who I was or what I’d done. The sky above melted from soft gray to lavender, then dimmed into deepening blue.My thoughts looped over and over: Andy’s voice, trembling and
Read more
Chapter Seven
Loria’s POVThe cold crept in before the light did.I stirred under the tarp, the nylon crinkling softly as I shifted. My joints ached. My muscles burned from the night’s run, and my palms were scraped raw from the fall near the hollow. But it wasn’t the bruises or the chill that woke me.It was the memory.The girl. Her face. The blood. The ropes.I sat up slowly, teeth clenched against a groan. My fingers went instinctively to my duffle, checking—still zipped, still there. Zerina was quiet inside me, but not absent. Just watchful.The mountain air was damp and sharp, smelling of pine sap and ash. Somewhere nearby, water trickled over stone. A breeze shifted the tarp, rattling the branches overhead.I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the thin seam of morning light pushing through the trees. My heart thudded with the aftershock of adrenaline, long spent but not forgotten.“We left her,” I whispered, my voice dry.Zerina stirred.“We survived,” she replied. Not cold, but stead
Read more
Chapter Eight
Loria’s POV“You know it isn’t safe to stop,” Zerina says. “We are still too close to that rogue camp.”“I know I only need a few minutes.” my entire body aches with the travel of the last three days. The ache in my lungs is evident with every breath. We need rest. Zerina is right, we can't stop for long, it isn't safe at all. “Zerina I don’t think I can walk much farther.” I admit, immediately feeling shame. “That's okay Loria, it is dark and minimal risk of being seen,” she responds.Taking a deep aching breath, I stand. Slowly I strip off my clothes and place them in the duffle bag zipping it. I feel Zerina come to the forefront of my body almost as if we bleed into one another. She has control but I am forward with her. She told me once that we share emotions but we share so much more than that. We share everything. The shift happens quick and painless, my bones rearrange. And in the flash of an eye a werewolf the size of a horse is standing in my place. Zerina really is a be
Read more
Chapter Nine
Loria’s POVThe trees are denser now, a tangled wall of green about a mile outside of town. The last sliver of sunlight has faded, leaving the world around me drenched in soft violet and deep blue. It's quiet—so quiet that I can hear the chirp of insects and the slow pulse of my own breathing.I shrug the duffle bag off my shoulder and drop it gently against a thick tree root, then sit beside it, stretching my legs out in front of me. My calves ache. My hips are tight. Every step I took since leaving town added weight to the ache growing in my body. I unzip the bag and fish out the Icy Hot.“You sure you want to shift?” Zerina asks softly in my head. Her concern feels like a brush of fur across my thoughts.“I need to,” I answer aloud. “We’re not resting again until tomorrow night. And you’re right—you're faster.”I stand under the cover of the trees, alone but not alone, and strip down slowly, folding each article of clothing and setting it gently on the duffle. The night air brushes
Read more
Chapter Ten
Loria’s POVThe trees are denser now, a tangled wall of green about a mile outside of town. The last sliver of sunlight has faded, leaving the world around me drenched in soft violet and deep blue. It's quiet—so quiet that I can hear the chirp of insects and the slow pulse of my own breathing.I shrug the duffle bag off my shoulder and drop it gently against a thick tree root, then sit beside it, stretching my legs out in front of me. My calves ache. My hips are tight. Every step I took since leaving town added weight to the ache growing in my body. I unzip the bag and fish out the Icy Hot.“You sure you want to shift?” Zerina asks softly in my head. Her concern feels like a brush of fur across my thoughts.“I need to,” I answer aloud. “We’re not resting again until tomorrow night. And you’re right—you're faster.”I stand under the cover of the trees, alone but not alone, and strip down slowly, folding each article of clothing and setting it gently on the duffle. The night air brushes
Read more
View More
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status