Emerald Hutton Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

’ She muttered silently. With bated breath, Emma watched as Elder Ethan turned to the hidden chapter, the pages crackling with anticipation. The chapter revealed a forgotten prophecy, inscribed in ancient script. As Emma's eyes scanned the words, her heart raced with a mix of awe and trepidation. "The prophecy foretells the coming of a chosen one," Elder Ethan revealed, his voice tinged with a hint of awe. "A werewolf with a unique destiny—a destiny that intertwines with the fate of both our kind and the mortal realm."

she asks. The room stills. Billy blinks. “Her—her what?” Even Eleanor sits up straighter in her chair. I narrow my eyes at the girl. She just grins. “Mate,” she repeats, leaning back in the chair like she’s enjoying herself now. “You know. The forever kind. Werewolves and all that.” Billy lets out a strangled laugh. “I mean—what are ya—what makes ya say—?” Emerald waves her hand, clearly not bothered by the reaction. “Come on. You’re werewolves. You don’t think I know?”

I stood my ground, hands folded, as we stared at each other. He tucked his hands into his suit, then popped out a necklace, it was still the emerald colored pendant Emily wore all the time. At the sight of it, cold shivers ran down my legs, a lump grew in my throat, I was instantly teleported to the wolf realm. Emily would always hold that pendant. He was truly her brother. I never brought that pendant to the human realm, and there was no mistaking it because this emerald stone was exclusive to wolves.

*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.

“She hasn’t even shifted. She’s not even a wolf—she’s barely pack.” Laughter erupted behind him. “What’s your name?” he asked suddenly, gaze hard and cutting. I blinked, confused. “Emily Greene,” I replied softly, swallowing my hurt. Now let it be known …” Ethan began , raising his voice so everyone could hear . “That on this day, I Ethan Hiddlestone reject Emilia Greene…” “It’s Emily” I whispered , the pain racking through my body as I slowly processed what he was about to do. “Right.” He nodded, raising his voice. “Let it be known—on this day, I, Ethan Hiddlestone, Alpha of the Green Springs Pack, reject Emily Greene as my mate.”

His dark, intelligent eyes said no, of course not, but my Paps spoke from behind me before he could. “Obviously not, Cals. But she thinks we might find bodies. Or maybe a rogue werewolf sniffing around – the full moon is coming up, after all – or perhaps a will o’ the wisp, luring people into the water.” I heard his thick, waterproof coat crumple as he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just glad we didn’t get stuck with the cemetery.” My Dad shuddered. “Me too. Though the lake is a more likely ditching ground than the graveyard.”

Smith UPDATE: The Sequal has been signed!!! The name of the book is called Emerald Eyed Luna: Grant's Revenge. I just signed it and if it isn't posted right now, you should see it in the next day or so. I found it on my laptop but not my mobile device as of right now but it will be available ASAP! Thank you!

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.

It took about a second before the Warriors all erupted in a high battle cry and in less than a second hell raged around me, Wolves tearing at each other. The Alpha Emeral burst into a gleaming silver wolf, he didn't catch the spotlight for too long before Lukkars'golden jaws clamped down on his neck. The onslaught raged around me and I watched in horror as Warriors from the Lycan City shifted into the shadows only for Emerald kingdom wolves to follow. 'Impossible!' Lukkars' voice linked into my head, but I was sure I was not the only one hearing it. 'Never trust anyone, especially those that look like you!' The Alpha Emeral sneered he sized up his opponent, his wolf was a bit larger than Lu

In place of the man who'd knocked on their door stood a wolf nearly as large as Damien had been, fur the color of ash, eyes a pale and startling silver. Werewolves aren't just real, Emily thought, distantly, the ground shifting again beneath a life that had already stopped making sense. They've been part of my family this whole time. Outside, the darkness came alive. Shapes emerged from the tree line at the edge of the yard, one after another, until a dozen wolves ringed the house on every side, moonlight silvering their fur, eyes glinting in the dark. Emily braced for the attack, for teeth and claws and the same violence she'd watched tear a man apart in Blackwood — but none of them moved.