Jennifer Francis Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

But it did start to bend, and clearly, it wouldn’t hold for long. Caitlin looked at the letters and realized that it was Jonah’s door. Caitlin charged the vampires, Sera by her side, and this time, Caitlin extracted her spear and threw it ahead of her. It pierced one vampire right through the throat, and then magically returned to her. The other two vampires turned and charged. One of them leapt in the air, right for Sera, but Sera was ready, crouching down, and raising her axe. It lodged right into the vampire’s stomach.

Eric continued. She opened her eyes and stared into his. "Yes?" "Who exactly are you, Lauren Sommers?" Lauren swallowed nervously and took several calming breaths. Even if she decided to lie to him, she could guess that he already knew the answer deep down, and he was only waiting for her to confirm it with her own mouth. She looked into his familiar eyes, feeling the trepidation spread in her chest like a virus, and then she opened her mouth. "I'm a werewolf." She confessed.

She turned and looked a little confused, then affectionately patted his darkly bristled jaw, she told him, "are you back from school? " He smiled," Yes, I am back from school." "Well, where is your sister? Tell her I don't like that hideous bicolour colour of hers." He chuckled. "Mom, I found my mate," he looked at me and gestured me to come in the front. The white-haired woman stared at me with her piercing green eyes, so this is where Lucian got his eyes from. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, with the same green eyes as Lucian. Werewolves live long. She was still lovely though her hair had turned white, and she looked like a human would in their 50s which was not normal for a wolf.

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

Amanda cries while running to stop him. Alfred and Allen were closing their eyes as they hear the wolf growling next to their ears but now the unexpected happens. The wolf groans in pain as it backs up from the van, its hair start burning all of a sudden as it struggles to the ground, something was pulling it to the house and that’s when Amanda raises her head to look. Jennifer was standing at the door with her arms on the air, her eyes glowing as she pulled the wolf towards her, she than raises it to the air without even touching it and tears it into pieces. She was so powerful than anyone had expected, nobody believed what they were seeing, she had just teared a werewolf into pieces withou

"I'm a werewolf." The apartment was very quiet. I heard the refrigerator hum. A car passed outside. My own breathing, slow and deliberate, because I was a nurse and I knew how to keep my face neutral when someone said something that made no sense. "Okay," I said. He blinked. Whatever he'd expected, it wasn't that. "You're not going to argue with me?" he asked. "I'm going to need more than thirty seconds to process it," I said. "But you said you came here because you wanted to see my face when you told me. What does my face say?"

Why was she injured, were the werewolves touching her? Thinking of the werewolves, they bullied Jenny, a gray wolf angry. He was troubled with trembling ears, he suddenly thought... Those werewolves, perhaps told her he was cursed? Thinking of this possibility, the gray wolf became more and more afraid. Jenny has just been injured, the smell of fresh blood has dried, thinking that she might be bullied by the werewolves, the wolf will also not be able to control her emotions… If those werewolves really said...

Unable to resist, Dani told her: "We're also concerned about you. How did you encounter a wild animal? And wasn't the small restaurant nearby pretty quiet?" Emily blinked at her a few times, and a spark ran through her mind, causing her to become agitated: "It wasn't a wild animal! I... I met a werewolf! The kind that transforms during a full moon! He transformed right in front of me! His teeth were so sharp! His claws were so long! And he had black fur, so terrifying! The little cat tried to save me, even creating a shield of leaves..." Dani was confused: "What?" Winston spoke coldly from the side: "Are you just spooked, talking nonsense? There was no werewolf; I saved you from a wild anima

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.