Emerald Hutton Werewolf Novel Romane & Geschichten

" I promised him. He smiled before wrapping his hands around me and hugging me. I hugged him back while wrapping my hands over his waist—he is so warm. I rolled my cheek on his neck while feeling his broad shoulders. Jacob, I have promised you that I will not investigate the peon's murder case, but I will investigate the girls, who have suspicious marks on their necks. The day passed into thin air. I started researching vampires, werewolves, and other supernatural creatures. I was obsessed with vampires back then, but now I'm attracted to the wolf. They are warm and romantic, hehe! THREE MONTHS PASSED—but, I didn't find anything from Hannah and Bella regarding the marks on their necks.

In a dark room, April sat and stared ahead darkly. He had a mate? Who was it? Her phone pinged and she picked it up to find the answer to her question. “Emerald Jackson. She is a real person?” she muttered. Her phone contained more information about Emerald. She paused by Emerald’s Mother’s name. “Bertha Harts. Could it be…” she wondered. She knew the Harts. They were a large werewolf family, someone she knew she had gotten into a conflict with. She had to confirm. She picked up her phone and called Someone.

“She’s a werewolf hunter. Jones hired her to come after you and the rest of the pack.” I stopped, looking at him with shock. “Really?” I started laughing. “She has no idea what she’s getting into, does she?” Earl shook his head. “I think we need to take this one seriously,” he said. “She’s the best out there. Took out Danny Elliot yesterday.” I was impressed. Danny Elliot was a bad wolf who took great pleasure in stealing as much money from humans as he could. There were rumors he would torture them a little if they were reluctant to “invest” in him.

No vampire supply for miles. This is werewolf territory. I heard Iris' thoughts earlier. 'First vampire ever staying here. And Emerald allowed it.' And now I will die here. “You can drink my blood.” Emerald’s voice slices through the storm inside me now. I force my gaze up. Her face blurs. “You’ve had it before,” she says. Confusion claws through me. Has she lost her mind? She’s a werewolf. Vampire and wolf blood don’t mix. It’s lethal. Unless. Does she know?

Her heart throbbed in fear, and all her senses became more sensitive. "Please, moon goddess, don't let anything bad happen to my baby..." Emerald trusted the goddess as she was one of the few wolves who still worshiped the moon as being the force who moved their life, but her request was interrupted. "Don't you think it's useless to ask her for protection now?" said the voice in the woods. With her red eyes and black clothes, there was no doubt for Emerald of who that was. It was the enemy, that was clear. But the person in front of her was not only the enemy, it was the dreaded Mary Van Helsing.

Wolves whisper his name like a warning. Under him stand betas, gammas, and enforcers. Witches patrol the hidden borders. Vampires dwell in old stone tunnels beneath the southern cliffs. And in the highest ridge, dragons are rumored to sleep, though no living wolf has ever seen one. The supernatural world is scattered across continents, but the wolves of the Nightfall Range remain its spine. And Emara Dell? She is nobody. She is just another chubby girl the world has ignored. A healer. A soft spoken girl with gentle hands. A curvy, round bodied omega who learned long ago that the pack notices and values only what it can use… and despises what it cannot.

"You know the rules. No witches on Redmoon land. Ever." The witch moved closer to the coffin like she hadn't even heard me speak. Her pale eyes studied the polished wood with this detached interest that made me want to rip her throat out. "There may still be something left." She said quietly. That was it. Whatever fragile control I had been maintaining snapped. "There's nothing left." My voice carried easily across the whole clearing, and I saw several pack members flinch and shift uncomfortably behind me. "Emerald is dead! Her body is in that coffin! Whatever sick game you're playing ends right now!"

Grey’s Pov. The door squeaked as I opened it quietly to step out of my room, I didn’t want anyone to know that I was leaving or to create any kind of alarm that would wake up the guards or the maids. I still remember the warning Bunny gave me the last time about not waking the servants that toil all day and night to make sure that I am comfortable and well taken care of so because of her I had decided to be a better werewolf and Alpha.

I waited for some time and nobody answered me. “Hello! Come out and talk to me!” I shouted and just immediately a strong warm wind flew past me and it felt like someone just passed and it sent chills down my spine… I looked around yet nothing… What’s going on? Was that a vampire or a werewolf, I didn’t catch the scent but I needed to brace myself… “Who the duck are you? F**king show your face!!!” I yelled and it echoed across the room “Help me Eleanor! Save me Eleanor!” She panicked and now I could hear the voice well and it was a little girl's voice…

“Did you know that the gems in this necklace are actually moonstone?” My traitorous, attention seeking body clenched at his words. A memory popped into my head, one from last week when I’d spent most of the day in the library. One of the books I’d read had been on the wolf gods. “Moonstone—that’s one of Lunette’s symbols.” “Yes,” he purred, “And ours.” Embracing my inner coward, I danced out of his reach and quickly tried to collect myself. There was no way I’d let a few sultry, delicious, irresistible—