Book Series About Werewolves Novels & Stories

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

Caroline put her foot ahead then her mind said, " Hey! What are you doing? How can you believe in a stranger and that also in a guy." She again put her leg back. "Why are you thinking so much? Just get inside before he changes his mind to give you lift and leave you here alone. You're already a werewolf, brave daughter of a strong alpha of a pack." Her heart persuaded her. "So what if you're a werewolf? Nowadays, humans are more monsters than werewolves. " her mind warned her. "Oie.. Caroline flustered and uttered, " both of you stop fighting." She said so loudly that he got confused too and muttered to himself, " Both? " and he looked around out of the car from the window, " who's the other

Brandon could tell Leto had some questions about the people standing in the waiting room, like some gangsters waiting for their leader to come out of the surgery. Clavier sprawled on the couch, looking drained out after doing too much thinking, and spoke about his past. "You can ask questions later," Brandon said to Leto. "Just know that I'm not Dante but Brandon Kane, Gamma of the Southern Werewolves Pack." "Oi, what would do you if he ends up betraying you?" Liam asked, crossing his arms while glaring at Leto.

he says with a soft chuckle. "K..King, I was unsure as to how to proceed as this girl showed at Omega Claire's door when she was simply 12 years old. We are not even sure if they are family..." he trails off grasping as straws. "Hence the mention of proxy. I'm sure you did the blood bond when she joined the pack no? It seems Alpha Johnson you are a bit unsure of the laws of the packs still, perhaps a council elder residing in the pack for a month will rectify this issue" the King quickly responded. "Now we may as well proceed with the rejection shall we not...she-wolf explain how you got those injuries? Have you been partaking in taking down the rogues alongside the warriors?"

Now I found myself sitting in a café with them after classes, laughing over stupid jokes and arguing about random things like we had known each other forever. It felt normal and maybe that was the scariest part because I was starting to realize something. Werewolves weren’t all monsters, not like I thought, not like the stories painted them to be and not like the fear everyone carried around them. At least, not these two and Tristan too. Geoffrey was loud and dramatic and irritatingly charming. Jeremiah was quiet and observant and somehow always noticed more than he said. And Tristan, I pushed that thought away immediately because it was like entering a dangerous territory.

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

In the heart of Silver Claw territory, beneath a sky bruised by the looming shadow of a lunar eclipse, the Dawn Pack clings to a fragile peace. Six months after the savage battle chronicled in Blood and Bonds, Samantha Lykos and Kevin Talon, now 18 and 19, lead their pack with a bond tempered in fire and blood. Their crescent moon and claw mark tattoos pulse with primal energy, a constant reminder of their shared strength and the weight of their leadership. Yet, the harmony they’ve fought for teeters on the edge of chaos as a dark prophecy emerges from Elder Cora’s obsidian amulet—a chilling foretelling of the Eclipse Fang, a cursed pack driven by insatiable bloodlust and hunger.

It was true that the werewolves, Lycans, and all other supernatural beings coexist but we can't disregard the differences and the superiority of them to us could not be denied. How could my mother think of selling me off to a Lycan king? A ruthless one at that! "So what? I needed to save you sister. Did you think I care about things that are meaningless like that? " She bellowed and my heart broke hearing her words but I knew that she was also hurting and did not mean her words to be that harsh. Even though what we heard was rumors we still could not disregard the fact that it was true. "Yes, mother, I know that we need help but don't you think…" I was saying but my words got cut off when I

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far, I had five books that I found would pique my interest such as Alice in Wonderland, Pride and Prejudice and the Maze Runner. All of these books were human and I admired the wide selection of books that this room had. I tried to find one that was all about werewolves like the library back at my pack had and only seemed to find one that was labelled 'As Old As Time Will Tell' written by none other than one of the eldest werewolf alive which was 'Herbert Vanderlin'. In the blurb, it states his life as an old