Jenna Summers Werewolf Book Novels & Stories

Seventeen-year-old Jake is sent to the quiet coastal town of Ashford Cove to spend the summer with his aunt while attending summer school to make up his English and biology grades. Hoping for a fresh start, he never expects to meet Sarah—a teenage vampire with lots of secrets. When Jake discovers Sarah's true nature, he accepts her for who she is, and an unlikely friendship begins to grow. But when Sarah learns that Jake is a werewolf, everything changes. Raised to believe that werewolves and vampires are sworn enemies, she declares him her enemy. As the two turn against each other, a far more dangerous evil begins to emerge from the shadows, leaving chaos in its wake across Ashford Cove.

The new omega’s smile widened. “There’s no need for our deal now that I know she’s a weakling. Admit it, you wretch. I’ll kill you myself for deceiving the Alpha.” His mother screamed at me. “I—I’m wolfless,” I forced out, voice shaking but loud. “But I am not defective. I just have no scent. I’m still an omega like any other.” “Useless,” his mother spat. “Some of the rituals require your wolf form. If you can’t shift, you don’t deserve to be Luna. That is why I brought her. Serena will take over.”

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

“Jasmine is different, I am…I am different. And I can prove that to you?” “Don’t lie to me!” She barked. She took steps closer, took out a knife from her pocket, and placed it on my neck. “I know it was a werewolf. You see that book there,” she pointed with her other hand. My eyes trailed the book lying on the table.

He nodded in agreement. “Summer is our little sister,” Gale states and points between the two of us before carrying on. “Summer’s wolf is white, with black paws and a black chest.” Gale informs Dawson. I don’t know why he told him what her wolf looked like. But Dawson looks to be thinking. “Summer is Jaxon’s mom. Jaxon is displaying signs he is getting his wolf.” Dawson says as his eyes glaze over, like he is talking to his wolf. “Oh, my goddess” Florence shrieks.

Benjamin said. “But that isn’t true. To be honest, those injuries on the dead victims don’t even look like werewolf bites, they seem really strange and Callum wouldn’t do such.” “But if she thinks he did?” Benjamin reiterated. Jasper caressed his hair for some seconds and immediately bought Benjamin’s idea. “I’m going to accuse Callum of this misfortune, then I’d win Lyra over to myself alone,” Jasper said as he smiled a cunning smile.

After all, when the beast awakens, it is the father or another strong werewolf who is dosed and pulls out the second essence easily and painlessly. Six months later we left that village, and a year later my she-wolf wanted to go for a walk. It was such a shame on her part! I sat in the apartment, afraid to even open the window, not to go out into the street, because, according to my mother, she-wolf pheromones pulled from me a mile away, it was good at least it was winter!

“It’s not terrible if it’s true.” Despite myself, I can’t help but laugh. Luca has this way of pulling you out of whatever pit you’ve fallen into, like his entire existence is just to stir the pot and see what comes out the other side. But I swear, every time I laugh, I feel Elijah’s gaze sharpen from across the room. He’s trying to focus on Valerie, but I can tell he’s listening. And that’s when Luca takes it a step further. “So,” Luca drawls, his voice just loud enough for Elijah to hear, “what do you call a werewolf that’s also a librarian?”

All I cared about was the fact that my baby was scared and cold. The violet light in my eyes didn't just glow—it exploded. I felt a power so immense that the stones beneath my feet began to crack. I wasn't just Esmeralda anymore. I was the Werewolf Queen, and I was done being pushed around. “Get away from my son,” I said. My voice wasn't a whisper anymore. It was a command that shook the walls.

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.