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Nina,short for Nicolina just turned eighteen in the month of the full moon.Although,considering the fact that she'd get to finally see her wolf form and get to know her mate,she wasn't happy. The vampires and werewolves lived together in harmony ages past until a werewolf and a vampire violated the code and everything was ruined. They were at serious war that not only claimed the lives of many of them but that of Nina's mother also-the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack,her father being the Alpha.

The Alpha God. The original wolf. The one who somehow managed to shape the moon. The one the moon goddess and her Luna imprisoned when his hunger for power grew too vast, so that he started consuming wolfkind. My father believed freeing the god would save the werewolf race and finally give him the ability to wield the spirit of the Alpha god Zeus. And then he would become unstoppable, and all nations shall be under his rule. However, I knew that doing this would not only destroy the werewolves but also the human race.

Alpha Liam was the king of their pack, the ruler of all werewolves, and his word was law. Cruella’s mind was reeling, too stunned to move. She barely registered Liam’s strong grip on her arm as he pulled her to her feet, lifting her from the ground as if she weighed nothing. The bond that had just been torn by Enzo now flared to life again—stronger, sharper, and undeniable. Her wolf reacted instantly, accepting the Alpha’s claim with a force that made her knees weak.

I smiled. His brow cocked upward. "What do you mean?" "I, Elara Rivers, reject you, Thomas Bryson as my Alpha and hereby commit to life as a rogue," The tether connecting me to him snapped, and I watched as his eyes widened and he let out a pained scream. My wolf and I, however, felt no pain on our side. If anything, it was pure bliss. I was free. I stood and grabbed a rope without taking my eyes off of the Alpha who glanced down at his blue balls.

Chapter 50 In the depths of a shadowy forest, where the sun's rays rarely dared to penetrate, a sinister ritual was brewing. The Supreme Werewolf God Destroyers, a sect of ruthless power-hungry werewolves, had captured two of the most powerful alpheno werewolves in existence - Mary Jane of the Moonstone clan and Alfred of the Silver Paw clan. Their goal was to absorb the alpheno's immense chakra and the power of their supreme god, Fen, to become an unstoppable force.

she could do that she had not even a strand of an idea on how she got to learn them. Her mother, then Luna, had taught her that pattern. For some people, their healing was just too fast. Some powerful werewolves that existed in history were known to heal with immediate effect. One legend had it that there was an alpha whose healing ability was unmatched by any that has existed so far. It was a thing of doubt, though. But it was said that he was once stabbed with a dagger that cut very deep into his body. And while the stabber still had the dagger in his body, his tissues began to come together, almost sealing off the dagger. It was a legend. Many people did not believe it to be true. Why? B

Stacks of papers and notes surrounded Anna as she sat in her compact apartment. For several months, she had been studying the werewolf community to learn its secrets and bring them to the public's attention. She understood that it was her duty as a journalist to tell the truth, no matter how risky it might be.

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

My father was among the top-class richest men in Lycaonia, and he dreaded the werewolves like death. The humans stayed away from them, never getting involved with whatever they did except for intertrading. But Ava wouldn’t want to know; she caused trouble as long as I was going to get involved. I rose to fame two years ago. When Ava had stolen a storybook while at college. It happened that the book belonged to the werewolves. The owner reported to her father, who ordered Ava should be beaten up. I had taken those strokes for her after her mom persuaded Father to force me to do it.

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!