Feather And Tristan Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

That was when his cruel rejection came, and I could not stomach all that had happened. *End Of Flashback* "Did you even know why you came here in the first place? You came here because I bought you! You were sold to me! But what? You are my mate? What kind of joke is playing!" He pushed off the table in the room in anger and I jerked away in fear. He was so scared at the time that I do not know why he was so angry. I do not know how the Lycan world works but I have read stories on how they meet their mate.

Work before pleasure—a voice chanted behind his mind. He closed his eyes as if bidding her memories goodbye. Whatever the case is, he needs the book back to show his members that he is worthy of leading the pack but most importantly also, he needs Mirabelle alive. *THE HIDDEN VILLAGE* I sat outside just under the bright glowing moonlight, staring up at the glowing dark sky… There was a time I and Thane would go missing in the library. I had my insecurities and had curled up to one side, searching for some kind of assurance that he would always be with me. I was just an ordinary librarian and he was the most feared, the head of over a hundred wolves-the Alpha.

A sudden silence ensued when the werewolves and the mysterious motorcycle rider remained. After what happened, Alexander felt something unusual, staring intently at the woman wearing a helmet in front of him. "M-mate..." he blurted out. He couldn't explain why that was the first thing that came to his mind, even though he didn't feel any mate bond with her. Alexander held his forehead. 'I'm probably going crazy.' Only then did everyone's senses came back, but still unable to believe what the newcomer had just shown. They were amazed at how she managed to defeat the Carnifex without even shifting into werewolf form, while they struggled.

she called, her voice steady but sharp. The shadow moved closer, and Alice’s heart stopped. It wasn’t Liam. It wasn’t Kane. It was a wolf she didn’t know—huge, black-furred, with eyes glowing gold. A Crimson Moon scout. Alice’s hands trembled, but something inside her stirred—hot, wild, alive. Her vision sharpened, the world snapping into focus. She could hear the wolf’s heartbeat, smell its blood. Her nails dug into her palms, and for a split second, she felt them sharpen.

The Witch opened the ancient, yellowed grimoire. "Let me tell you a story." "Long ago, there was a powerful pack ruled by an Alpha who loved his Luna more than anything. He would have done anything for her. But it was that love — that blind, consuming love — that brought ruin." "The Alpha squandered every last coin in the pack's treasury on gold and jewels just to see his Luna smile. The pack starved. It crumbled. And in the end, a coalition of neighboring packs crushed them."

My heart slammed violently in my chest. I smell different. Of course, he could tell. He was a werewolf. I swallowed nervously. “I… think you have the wrong person.” The moment those words left my lips, something strange happened. A sudden heat spread through my chest. It felt like an invisible thread had snapped right inside me. My breath hitched, not just because of what it meant. But because Tristan felt it too. I saw it in his eyes. His pupils dilated sharply and for one second, his grip loosened.

"You get my Alpha standing. You get protection that Tristain can't touch. If you’re a Schofield, the Council can't remove you from your home or take your belongings." I looked at his hands. They were big, scarred across the no knuckles. My wolf was acting strange. Usually, she was pacing and growling when I was around Alphas, but right now she was sitting very still. She felt calm. It made me even more nervous. "Why is she so quiet?" I whispered. "What?" "Nothing." I shook my head. "I want a guarantee. No games. No lies." "Then let’s make a deal that benefits us both. No games. No lies. A formal contract."

“We left Sparrow to keep an ear out. He will let us know if anything pops up.” “Good.” Sparrow was like a ghost in battle. You never knew he was there, but he saw and heard everything. He came with Beast when they wandered into the Blackfoot camp. Both brought an unusual skill set that has only strengthened the rogue pack. Sparrow was a small, figured male, but that was his greatest advantage. It also helped that Sparrow was a cat shifter. Beast and Sparrow were an odd brotherhood, but they had been bonded since before they arrived. If Reaper hadn’t been born with beta blood, Sparrow would have been Beast's choice for beta. It wasn’t that Beast didn’t trust Reaper; Sparrow understood his dar

“The Blackwood pup is about to awaken! A stage has been set up at the Sacred Ridge so everyone can witness the birth of a Divine Werewolf—a once-in-a-century event! If you don’t head over now, you’ll miss it!” The Beta tore free from my hand and disappeared into the crowd. “This isn’t right!” Kaeren scooped me up with ease and flew toward the Sacred Ridge. An Omega Black Werewolf shouldn’t be able to fly that high, but Kaeren could.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”