Jennifer Francis Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

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.

Jacob Boris stared dejectedly at his pack members, all gathered in a circle around him. He knew all their individual stories: from the college student who was Bitten by a rabid changeling, to the young 14-year old who found herself in the dead of night among a gang of werewolves. Hs knew all their stories, had to listen to each and every werewolf in his pack tell the story of how they were changed the moment they joined his pack . It was one of his many roles as an Alpha, his many, challenging, tiring roles.

I've started another werewolf book ! It's called Reconnect, check it out if you want : "Whatever stories you have heard about me... They aren't all true." "I've witnessed your horror first hand," I said slowly and watched as his beautiful eyes darkened. "I promise you that the next time you scream my name will be when you're in my bed, panting, naked and begging for more." * A girl with a huge secret that came in the form of two adorable two year olds.

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 am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

^^^^^ AUTHOR’S NOTE Hello everyone! It has been a journey, and I am very thankful for the support! I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I love writing this! Alpha Ace and Kira’s story is one of my favorites, and I treasure them the most. If you want to continue reading my werewolf books, here is the order. Book 1: Alpha Queen’s Destined Hybrid Book 2: Alpha Twin’s Rogue Mate Book 3: Alpha King’s Damsel in Distress

I have no idea what she was about to do, but I saw the evil in her eye. "Sheila. Is losing Matthew too much for you? Are you going to turn on your pack," Lisa asks, coming to stand shoulder to shoulder with me. Sheila is receiving the twin death stare, and she looks extremely frightened. But after a moment, her eyes flash black. She is giving Lisa her answer. This she-wolf has lost it. Lisa pushes the she-wolf hard, and I release her wrist just in time. She shifts into a basic brown wolf. "You almost hurt my brother," Lisa growls and shifts into her blonde wolf.