Emma And Logan Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

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.

He had always been a gentle, book-loving man who told me werewolves were nothing more than stories—creatures that existed only in the pages of books. Watching him transform had been the single worst moment of my life. And now, I couldn’t stop wondering how long he had been lying to me. How many secrets had he kept from me? How many truths had he carried with him to the grave? I didn’t want to be a werewolf. I didn’t want to awaken Miya. Yet in the dream I had felt her sadness as clearly as my own. For a few seconds I had sensed the bond between us—thin, fragile, but real. And some small, lonely part of me wanted to hear her voice again.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

It also releases the tension in my shoulders, and I have to fight back a moan when he gently runs his fingers through my hair. “I was serious about the stories, you know,” Reed says softly into my ear. “Do you want to hear one?” His breath fanning over my skin sends goosebumps racing down my arms, and I nod without looking over my shoulder. A chuckle leaves his lips before he whispers into my ear in the most melodic voice possible, “Once upon a time, there was a pregnant werewolf named Emma. She had the most beautiful body: curves for days and dark, long hair that drove her mate absolutely wild. Whenever he smelled her, his cock would immediately show interest. He couldn’t help it; her scent

Emma thought about that logic and realized it was flawed, but as she opened her mouth to respond, the hostile energy in the room hit her like a wave. God, Emma thought, feeling suddenly dizzy. They're so angry. It's like... like their emotions are pressing against my skull. Emma tried to focus on what she wanted to say, but the intensity of three furious werewolves was overwhelming her newly developing Luna senses. "Actually," Emma said, her voice coming out shakier than she'd intended, "wouldn't it be easier for non-pack members to attack juveniles and then dump them on someone else's territory?" She felt Adrian's sharp attention through their bond, concern mixed with surprise at how her vo

Unable to wait anymore, Logan unlocked his seat belts and rolled up the car windows; of course, he was a law abiding citizen like an average human, he never forgets to strap on his seat belt even though there was little chance of him dying in an accident. He got down from his car; the latest Mercedes Benz and walked towards the Brothel with a look of disgust on his face. It was twenty minutes past eight in the evening and he needed to retire to his mansion. Even the werewolf needs his rest and relaxation after a stressful day at work. Logan was the first and only son of Donald Smith; the former Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. Humans and other creatures now lived together but it didn't stop

My eyes felt strained and dry from so much tedious reading. Still, the silence around Emma grated on me. She had been a rogue who’d once stood in opposition to Logan and his allies, had reportedly maimed soldiers, and nearly cost some werewolves their lives. And yet somehow she now walked these halls like her hands weren’t drenched in blood. And Logan’s mother allowed and encouraged her presence. The more I read, the more I wondered how much Logan knew. Was he playing at being ignorant of all of this, or did he truly not know all of this about the person he had been calling a friend for years?

She stepped forward despite Steve's protective arm trying to hold her back, needing to confirm what her instincts were screaming at her. "This is no longer a werewolf," Emma whispered, her voice catching as the terrible truth crystallized in her mind. She locked gazes with the creature, searching desperately for any glimmer of consciousness or self-awareness. There was nothing—no soul, no recognition, not even the primal intelligence of a true wolf. Just mindless, unquenchable rage and hunger. "Whatever made them werewolves... whatever made them people... it's gone."

We moved here just a year ago and I have been with Maddie ever since. There are a couple of red flags in this town and the worst of them all is the mutts—yes you heard right. Fucking werewolves. We didn't know when we came here that they would be in this town so you can imagine the surprise we had when we found out. I even have a couple of them in my class. The worst one of them all is Beau. Beau Foxly is the most annoying person I have ever met. The most popular but still annoying. He thinks the world revolves around him and the way people act around him is repulsive. I just wish he could disappear from existence. ''I'll be back soon'' I walk out of the car and into the house and Milani Cra

“I remember... the fire, the betrayal. I was the youngster in the crib. Alexander's voice was nothing more than a snarl as his hold tightened. “Then it’s true. You are the heir... and this isn’t just a prophecy. It’s your history.” --- While Emily grappled with revelations, a visitor arrived at the pack borders one who wasn’t expected, yet posed no threat to the guards. A lone hunter dressed in rogues' skins came forward. The wolves were cautious around him because of his unusually emerald eyes. After decades of exile, Alpha Logan, a former Moonshadow warrior, had resurfaced. The guards brought him to the pack house, where chaos brewed beneath the surface. Logan bowed before Alpha Camden but