Izumomo Wattpad Novels & Stories

Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you. 1. The next story, “Tag” will be coming out the first week of May. There will be no war in the next book, the wolves get a break. This one is going to be a true romance following Fatima (JoJo's sister, Gael, Hakeem, and Meredith's daughter) and Caleb (Citra and Michael's firstborn) finding their mates and dealign with the relationship that they've built between them. 2. If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there’s a little something for everyone.

"If I could use this, it could really make Galen lose his mind." "I heard that." Zoren popped out right behind her. He glanced at the floating book and nodded. "I see, you are beginning to learn a few things." "I do not have any idea how I did that; it just floated like that." "So, what do you plan to test out then?" he asked. "I don't know; maybe I will try to make it rain; who knows?" she joked. She pointed at the line written on the page and carefully read it. "Ashanyati Bulan, icrim lanum."

She missed her mother deeply. She was still looking at the mirror, wondering if she looked too tall, when her phone buzzed. Damon & Serena Damon: We're meeting everyone at Onyx at 9. Joel's already there apparently lol Serena: Who’s Joel again? Damon: He’s a wolf, he's Gamma at the Ironveil pack. You almost ready? Serena: Five mins Damon: You look beautiful, btw. Preemptively. Serena: You can't preemptively compliment someone

My eyes still feel cool with the white light clinging to my irises—as if the moon were occupying both eye sockets at once. Outside my body, the sound of breathing still echoes. Inside, my vision tears apart each page of time, one by one. The first vision rushes in without pause. A small, brightly lit house, the scent of incense, and hands clasped together. My mother—Aurora—stands in the center of the room, her skin reflecting a soft glow like an unyielding lamp. Beside her, a man in a robe, neat and cold, yet his eyes hold something unspoken: love and fear that knows the risk. They gaze at the newborn baby.

“Ms. Depressed Novelist, open your draft.” I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. “You’re really not giving me a warm-up arc?” “Nope.” Joana popped her lips too. “Trauma can wait. The deadline can’t.” Isha lifted her phone so I could see her screen, a blank G****e Doc titled: SMUT EMERGENCY CHAPTER. A laugh escaped my lips, caught somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “You guys are insane,” I murmured. “We are your insane,” Leona corrected, pointing her pen at me like a sword.

Joshua POV “He must be a wolf also,” Ivatar said again, sipping her tea slowly, eyes never leaving mine. I paced the floor of her small living room, my fists clenched. My wolf was restless. The bond had stirred something deep, something raw. Ivatar raised a brow. “You’re growling. That’s not like you.” I stopped pacing and looked at her. “Because it’s not me anymore, Iv. He saw me. Felt me. He’s not just another man in the crowd.”

Not anymore. My name is Justina Summers. I am a seventeen-year-old senior and am from the Full Moon Pack. Ordinary wolves shift at sixteen, but I haven't shifted yet. I am worried I never will because I will be eighteen in four months. The closer a werewolf gets to eighteen without shifting, the less of a chance they have of ever getting a wolf. A knock on my door takes me out of my thoughts, and my Aunt Fiona walks inside and immediately hugs me. "I heard the news from Alpha Xavier. Are you okay?" Aunt Fiona

What kind of group is this? I sigh and close my eyes, letting my hands fall to the sides, facing the ground where the water is coming from. My grandmother told me that I have power in my hands, so I should release that power and visualize what I want in my mind, and it will become real. I wish for the water to form an ice staircase for me to climb out of here. I hear the sound of glass shattering and open my eyes to see the ice forming stairs on the wall. I jump up and down in excitement.

She fists the bottom of the shirt. “I didn’t have anything to put on, and I saw your shirt laying on the bed and grabbed it.” she says almost a whisper. “Izzy, this is my mom, Caterina Rowan, she is the luna, until dad hands me the pack. She brought you a bag of clothes. You can change or stay in my shirt, I don't mind. I want you to be comfortable.” She nods at me but doesn’t say anything. My mother is studying her, I can see her struggle. She wants to hug Izzy but is afraid that she will scare her. She cautiously takes a step forward. When Izzy doesn’t move she takes another step. All my mate does is watch her. I open the mindlink

Izzy smirked. I glanced over my shoulder, furrowing my brow. Ugh, Papa and Zia Izzy are talking in the link. I hate when people do that. I feel left out since I’ll never be part of a link. Well, maybe if I end up having a werewolf for a mate. But that’s a slim chance, even as a hybrid. “So, what will you do with the members of Santi’s patrol?” Zia Izzy questioned, no longer using the link.