Ayla And Theo Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Finn’s fear, Red Maw’s unfinished intentions, and whatever old blood trouble Greyfen had finally given names to had all tightened themselves around us now, and decent wolves with any sense at all would know when to step away before loyalty curdled into stupidity. The room upstairs was cold enough that breath almost wanted to show in the air. Ayla had wrapped herself in one of the old blankets left behind, drawing it tightly around her shoulders and knees until only her face and hands remained visible. She sat on the mattress close to the wall, looking small in that way people sometimes do when exhaustion strips all the unnecessary force out of the body and leaves only the truth of whatever i

She reached for his hand instead, and he let her take it, his fingers warm and rough against hers. They had walked another mile in comfortable silence when the attack came. It happened so fast that Lyra did not even have time to scream. One moment they were moving through the trees, and the next, shadows detached themselves from the darkness and lunged. Four wolves in their shifted forms, grey and black fur blending with the night, their eyes glowing amber and their teeth bared, and they were not aiming for Kael. They were aiming for Sena.

And not just a werewolf, he's the Alpha of an alleged ruthless and people murdering pack? "So that brings me back to the question, how the hell did you meet Alex Gray? Please don't tell me you already rattled the nest of the Eclipse Wolves." She glared at me coldly. "What? No, I didn't." I shook my head in denial. Aya didn't look like she believed me, "But you did something, didn't you?" "N..No. I didn't do anything." I said but I couldn't meet her face. Aya will take my life before my parents get the chance to, if she finds out that I slept with the most ruthless Alpha in Willow Heights.

Her mother said and Cora nodded. Yes, maybe. If there was a possibility that they could find him in the first place. Lex Luna laid at the heart of Avalon, a colossal building that not only housed the Werewolf council but also everything that had to do with the law and order for Avalon. It was in the Lex Luna where applications for going to the human world were reviewed and processed, it was in the Lex Luna were disputes among lesser packs to higher packs were solved and it was Lex Luna that reviwed and interpreted the Liber Lex, also known as the book of laws.

I had finally managed to escape, but now things were even worse, as more than a dozen werewolves were after me. Ayla, who was way bigger than most she-wolves, with pure white fur that usually made me stand out like a beacon, was now the one in charge. Her speed was more than average Betas', and maybe it was because I had Alpha blood running through me – maybe that was why all the runts sent after me were less strong than I was.

Ayla’s POV “I’ll give you one last chance, Ayla. Move.” Jax bared his fangs at me, his eyes dark with a lethal intent I’d never seen before. “No!” I screamed back, clutching the book to my chest. Jax didn’t hesitate. He lunged, shifting mid-air into a massive, tawny wolf. The sheer force of his momentum slammed me into a nearby tree, the bark scraping my skin hot. Before I could even draw a breath to scream, he was on me. He pinned me into the dirt with a heavy paw, before he snatched the book from my hands with his teeth.

I asked and she nodded. From silver silence, a reckoning calls, A wolf unbound, a crown reclaimed. When darkness shivers and stars align, The forgotten name will be renamed. Every young wolf was aware of this prophecy but it was always a fable. I mean there had been no war in so long, and the moon goddess had not presented us with any one that could be called the moon bound. And now, Olga’s theory is that it could actually be Ayla? Weird fucking shit.

A dire warning inked in blood-red ink covered the bottom of the page. "It doesn't say anything about super-strength," I sighed, taking the book from Kayla and throwing it in the middle of the room with the rest of the useless books. "And anyway, Alaya wouldn't rely on a human, she hated humans. She had her own wolf. She didn't need to create a half-human, half Lycan to fight for her." Hours later the sun dipped behind the mountain casting the library into shadowy darkness. Lena distracted herself lighting candles and flicking on the lamps. Only a few paltry books remained on the shelves and we still had no answers.

Letting out a long roar, Ayla took hold and immediately Daisy turned into a large, white, terrifying wolf with bright fur in front of Echo and the man standing behind her. The man’s grip loosened around Echo’s neck as he watched everything with a lot of shock. Echo, coughing and taking a deep breath, went three or four steps away from him and Ayla. She was afraid of both of them. “You’re a werewolf! How can you stay here? Come with us and leave this stupid place!” The man roared as he knew Ayla would understand him definitely. But Ayla just shook her head and looked at Echo, who was not in her place.

And after a while we had crossed the packhouse area as we stood on the huge bridge that was a connecting link between our somewhat modernized town and the deep forest which was our real habitat. We stood there for a while, silently taking in the sounds of literally nothing but water. Even though we both hadn't shifted yet, and didn't have much strong senses of sounds and scents; we admired nature equally. It was something that made us closer even though we belonged to different levels. She was an Alpha and I, Ayla, just an Omega. Alright, let me get into this a little, since I can't see you all die in curiosity…