Jennifer Francis Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

This explained why Luthias wasn’t concerned about meeting Gwendoline enroute to the subterranean kingdom. I couldn’t resist questioning Jason about how he became a werewolf. If he knew Geo and Luthias while they were still human, then why did he become werewolf instead of vampire? He started to tell me about the battle between werewolves and vampires that he, Geo, and Geo’s family got caught in the middle of. He got as far as explaining how Geo was infected by a vampire and he by a werewolf before Luthias rudely and harshly interrupted him to suggest we get back to the more important matter at hand. I understood the urgency of our situation, but I somehow felt that wasn’t the reason Luthia

"So far you’ve proven to be as incapable as you are feeble. Twice now you’ve let our prey slip through your fingers. Jason's missing and I'm not happy." Francisco's jaw pulled tautly; his arrogance, obviously still wounded at having been conquered by the inexperienced, fresh woman. Again, “At least I’ve had him in my fingers. Which is more than you can say." "Only because I was foolish enough to speculate my merry league of demons and feral werewolves could manage to apprehend one little witch." Francisco shrugged. "I won’t make that mistake again." A horrible smile twirled his lips. "Oh, no, you’ve done much better. Now we not only have the most dangerous werewolf in the entire land hunting

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

he’d spat, before disappearing into the rapidly reforming rock face. Each encounter, whether with mercenary, zealot, or sorcerer, was a brutal test of her abilities. They pushed her to her limits, forcing her to adapt, to evolve. The bounty on her head was a constant lure, a temptation for any desperate soul to take up the hunt. The moonlit nights, once a time of solace and connection to her wolf spirit, had become potential battlefields, each shadow a hiding place for an enemy, each rustle of leaves a harbinger of pursuit. She was the quarry, forever on the run, her existence defined by the relentless pursuit of those who sought to capture, control, or destroy her. Yet, with each narrow esc

Jennifer’s condition, the way she looked so weak, so drained it reminded me of something. It reminded me of those fairy tale books Iona used to love, stories about werewolves who lost the ability to shift and ended up paralyzed after consuming something. “Theo, Jennifer,” I said, turning to them with a thoughtful frown. “Would you mind coming by the mansion later? There’s something I need to ask you about.” Theo glanced at Jennifer for a moment, and she nodded slowly. “Are you sure you don’t mind, Luna? We’re just lowly Omegas. We don’t really deserve to be invited to—”

"If there's one or any shard, there are more. And if the humans are looking for a way to 'purify' us, they've just now found the perfect catalyst." "We need to destroy it," Killian said. "No," I said, closing the box. "We need to better understand it. If I'm just a woman now, I need to know how to fight the things that magic can't touch." I spent the rest of the day in the library, and pour over ancient texts about the first contact between humans and werewolves. However the history was bloodier than I had imagined. It wasn't just a war of territory; it was a war of essence. The humans feared what they couldn't control, and the wolves despised what they couldn't eat.

It just breaks my heart to see her like this. "Well, I am a Lycan, Chris and Nate are also Lycans as well. We are like you, but a little bigger.You, my little mate are what is called a werewolf shifter. To my knowledge, you are what we believe to be the very last of your kind." I hook my finger under her chin so I can look into her eyes, and slowlybrought my lips to hers. She gasped as soon as our lips touched with an explosion of sparks between us.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

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?