Bride Of The Werewolf Novels & Stories

The fire has died out, and he makes himself busy rebuilding it. “Yes. Werewolves who are fated mates are able to communicate with each other telepathically once they have sealed the bond.” My eyebrows shoot up my forehead. “How do you… how do they seal the bond?” He has finished building the fire, and I extend my hands toward it. I’m astonished and embarrassed by how much the Altairain society doesn’t know about Werewolves. Aldrich takes my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. Looking me in the eye, he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the base of my thumb, sending delicious shivers down my spine.

It is possible that the last few words of the oath that men had to swear when they were initiated into the mafia might have just as easily been the last words of my wedding vow: "I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead." I should have fled while I still had the opportunity to do so. It was impossible to get away now, as hundreds of faces belonging to the Chicago and New York Familias gazed back at us. Divorce was not an option. In our world, the only acceptable way for a marriage to come to an end was through death. In the event that I was still able to evade Damon's vigilant eyes and those of his minions, the fact that I violated our agreement would result in war. There is nothing my

And the dagger thrown at her that Ivan spoke about, I didn't want to believe that it was just luck that saved her from being pierced. Speaking of that….I had to see the musketeers. “No, I haven't seen her transform.” I answered, hiding the fact that she was wolf-less. “Do so and report back, so I might help you figure out what she is. That's why you are here in the first place. Seems someone finally cares for their wife. Speaking of wives….” He drawled. “You sure can't control yourself. Your former wife's case isn't settled yet, and here you are married to another prey. Manwhore.” Kael said with a mischievous grin then in the next second, he vanished.

The pastor, who was in charge of the ceremony, said. It was the night of the full moon, and somehow, it was peaceful and quiet. It would have been the moon goddess's designated blessing if only I was getting married to the man of my dreams. "Yes, I do," I heard him say coldly, and I couldn't help but wince within. A smile laced the pastor's face as he turned to look at me. "Will you, Clara Mookes of the Shadows Falls pack, take Asher Blackwood of the Lunar Eclipse pack as your mate and your husband, till death do you two apart?"

his attention flew to the battered body on the ground and he heaved a sigh. “At this point, I should just tell the police. You have killed more people than you have let go” “Maybe you should fortify my chains stronger” Not bothering to wait for his response, I made my way out of the cave towards where the car was parked. The drive back to my condo was a silent one, the words of the witch continued to hunt me, I knew something was definitely wrong somewhere. Miss Loretta was a beta wolf from a pack I have never heard anything about and she was aware that Scarlett was mine and she didn’t hesitate to attack her the moment we made our relationship known. It only meant one thing, everyone was wai

“Try one more time.” And then, at last, the words I had been waiting for. “I…” Her voice cracked. “I’ll give you what you want. I’ll be what you want me to be.” My pulse spiked violently. “You can have me,” she whispered as more tears spilled down her face. “Breed me. I won’t fight anymore. Just release my brother.” For a terrifying beat, my lungs seemed to seize. The rush of finally getting what I wanted hit so suddenly it left me dizzy.

“She’s nothing more than a blood slave. Barely even worthy of that. What does that have to do with you trying to assassinate my son?” “You misunderstand, Your Majesty. I am not here to assassinate your son, I am here to assassinate her,” he said, his long and slender finger pointed in my direction. “She is also not a typical slave. She is not a human… nor is she a vampire. She’s a werewolf.” “You speak lies!” Alexander growled, his own aura penetrating the air, making it almost difficult to breathe. “I am not the liar,” Anthony replied, his eyes narrowing at Alexander. “You came into my pack and kidnapped her from under my nose. She belongs to me.”

She stilled. Her heart hammered frantically in her chest. How was he alive?! She'd severed his head with a blade forged with the energy of sunlight! No vampire alive could survive that. The moment she tried to turn back she felt a grip on both her arms when he pulled her back into the curve of his cold rigid body, "Goodbye, bug." He purred. With that, she felt strong menacing jaws clamp down on her shoulders. She let out a high pitched screech when the bite burned into her body like hot lava.

Gradually, my nerves calm and my breathing goes back to normal, abiding by his words even though my brain is still in chaos. “Would you stop with whatever the hell it is that you’re doing?” I have no idea how he does it. All I know is that I just want it to stop. Before he has a chance to speak or worse make me stop speaking, I ask one last thing. “What’s our situation exactly? I don’t even know your name.” “My name is Maxwell Barnett and you, Charlie Preston, will be my vampire bride.” He sees my intent to speak, so before a word could come out of my mouth he tells me to remain quiet and listen.

She would treat her best as she could. "Yes," the elders chimed in Serene's question. Indeed, Adira Elisaveta was the Werewolf princess. And the most important thing in the werewolves was brotherhood. If something to were to happen to their race they would not care about the win or failure, all they care about is fighting till the end to keep up the brotherhood.