Feather And Tristan Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Its resplendence seemed to be even heightened by the auspicious sun that didn't seem to be showing any signs of ebbing and despite the predicament Trisha and Harold found themselves in, Trisha couldn't help but run her fingers against the leaves and stems that poked out like thorns as she walked. “I've read a lot of books on Werewolves and never have I heard of the Moon Goddess having a rival.” She retracted her outstretched arm suddenly when a shrewd stem pricked a finger. She held the bruised finger up, towards her eyes (thick rimmed glasses, precisely) and inspected the damage the stem had done to her finger. “My dad is the Alpha and never have I, too.” He glanced at Trisha's finger then

Morgan’s POV Tristan’s breath caught as my fingers traced the hard line of his jaw, a subtle tremor running through him that had nothing to do with his injuries. I watched his pupils dilate, the gold in his irises flickering like a candle fighting a draft. The hunger I was looking for was there, simmering beneath his careful restraint. The bond between us pulled taut in the silence.Pushing my wolf upwards to meet his fox. For a moment, I thought about the first time I felt the bond.

Her eyes caught sight of a wing flap as Tristan crossed the moon's glowing surface, he planned to dive into the fight. Tristan tucked his wings and swooped down and grabbed a wolf up by the scruff of his neck. A yelp could be heard loudly as the wolf disappeared into the night. Another swish of wings and another yelp, and yet another pack member went missing. Ciaran flipped two vampires off his back before he felt claws wrap around him. His paws were lifted a foot off the ground when he twisted in Tristan's grip and fell back to the ground. Quickly, he jumped and slashed at the winged mutated wolf. Successfully splitting one wing, Tristan's flight became wobbly.

"Because my wolf is possessive and predative. And if you run, it’ll want to chase you." A shiver ran down my spine at the raw intensity in his words. But there was something else there too—something that kept me rooted in place, like I had no choice but to trust him. "I promise," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. Tristan’s lips curled into a faint, dangerous smile. "Good." In the blink of an eye, Tristan shifted, and before me stood a massive black wolf, eyes glowing with an intensity that made my blood run cold.

I didn't feel like expressing my thoughts to him would change anything so I fell quiet as he took me to the next cage and a red wolf sat on its haunches next to a pile of clothing giving me low growls. "That's Tristan and don't let the furry exterior fool you. He can change himself into a perfectly normal-looking man. He's the beta of some moon pack and our hunters are trying to capture the Alpha," Brian informed me and my eyes took pity on the poor wolf. He looked well-fed so at least they were taking care of him in that sense. My next subject was a female named Darya and she had reptile skin and a large jagged teeth-filled mouth. "Do you believe in God, doctor?" she asked me pointedly.

Previously, under my protection, Iris had often bullied wolves of common bloodlines. They could only swallow their anger and endure it. Now that Iris had lost my protection, if she still dared to be so arrogant, it was time she tasted their fury. At my words, Faye immediately shot to her feet. "What do you think you are, that you can just lecture me?" She leaped up, grabbed Iris's hair, and raked her sharp claws across Iris's face, leaving three bloody trails. "If it wasn't for your dead, traitorous father, a rogue half-breed like you wouldn't even be qualified to sit with us true-blooded wolves!"

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.

Eluna's voice replied. Doesn't seem like he really likes me though. I hated how whiny my voice sounded, even if it was just in my head. I could hear a soft chuckle and realized that Eluna was laughing at me. It felt strange to realize that the thoughts I'd always felt weren't exactly mine weren't. I had no idea how any of this worked, I wondered if every werewolf's wolf was like mine. Did they have their own name? Their own personality? I wondered what Greyson's wolf was like. Was he as cold and rude as Greyson was?

Because of what he did, I despise him to the deepest part of my bones. "I knew it from the start, you can't be trusted, Jasper. You were jealous Nathalie will have something special for me that will never happen to you." Joshua furiously mattered closer to Jasper's ears. Even glimmered the colour of his eyes in front of him, not to scare and threaten him off but to let out his frustration. "I don't know what were you talking about, Joshua. You are a werewolf. You should have listened to my conversation over the phone if you did not trust me in the first place." Jasper explained defensively despite having difficulties on breathing.

body still refused to yield to her pleas . Her attempt was once again a futile one. Her eyelids had not opened a bit. She was running out of time. Derek kept on roaring like he was going to die. Though she was very afraid, she knew at the same time that she might just be the only way to salvage the whole situation. Her heart broke the moment she heard Derek trying to justify why he killed those people. That chamber had a memory that he could not yet get over. The alpha king needed to be helped. He needed help desperately, most especially at the moment. The sounds of things that had been smashed on the floor kept on tearing the air apart. Yes. This was the right moment to do the needful. She