Emerald Hutton Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

" 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.

“It wasn’t intentional, Denvers. It’s just that we had hoped to make do with what we had to crack the case...” “That is bullshit, Detective. You hear me? Bullshit!” My pulse spikes. I turn to ask Emerald’s opinion and still. Her eyes are fixed on a page of the open file. Her hands are shaking. Her lips tremble. “Emerald? Emerald…?” “Take the car home for me. I’ve got something to do.” She orders darkly, her gaze fixed on me. Then she climbs out of the car. Right in front of us, she suddenly morphs into her wolf.

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.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

legs with surprise and interest. Emily, noticing his gaze, for some reason was embarrassed, although instead she should have been terrified. She had already guessed that standing before her was none other than the Hunter himself. The one Jack and Jeremy had told her about. He who does not know pity does not spare anyone who gets in his way. The one who destroyed almost the entire Night Shadows clan. The one who came for her life. But for some reason she was not afraid of him, probably simply because she was tired of this feeling. Her fear disappeared at the very moment when she passed the rite of initiation and became a she-wolf. She has changed. And now the two young people stood and someho

"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!"

I said feigning irritation. "Denial it all you want baby, I know what I am saying, moreover, I saw what you did earlier." He said and my heart just skips a beat. Could he have seen me sniffing his shorts like a crazy person? But I'm sure I locked the door, or does he have a camera there? Naah that's impossible I am a werewolf so I should have seen it right? But lots of things were going on at once I haven't had the time to critically analyse the room. But he wouldn't act so dumb, placing a hidden camera in a room where a werewolf would be sleeping in, that'll be complete foolishness because I'll easily spot with the help of my heightened vision. And even if I wasn't of Alpha blood I still wo

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…