Jennifer Francis Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

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.

I had never even really enjoyed sex in the past, as I only did it to punish she-wolves, but that day, I did, and I almost made a terrible mistake. I had already drawn out blood with my fangs and it was when I tasted her blood on my tongue that I realized what I had almost done. As if the bed caught on fire, I rushed out of it. I didn't spare Saraphina another glance as I got dressed and walked out of the room. I could smell her shock and confusion but I didn't care. I didn't want to.

“Let him come. I’ve waited years for this. The wolf thinks he can protect her. He has no idea what I’m willing to do to have her.” I stopped pacing and looked at him. “You’re really obsessed with the girl, aren’t you? I thought this was about destroying Ryder.” Francis smiled, a cold, sharp smile. “It is. But Clara… she’s different. I want her. And I always get what I want.” I lit another cigar, watching the smoke rise. “Fine. We work together. You get the girl. I get the werewolf for my experiments. We both win.” Francis nodded slowly. “Agreed. But if you touch her… I’ll kill you myself.”

"Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless." "It isn't mint," Francis snapped, his jaw tightening. "It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart."

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.

Julian’s mouth found mine again, and this time I returned the kiss, clumsy and inexperienced, my movements hesitant but eager. Jace’s lips trailed back to my neck and then lower, his teeth nipping the curve of my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. My back arched, a broken moan escaping my lips, only to be swallowed by Julian’s mouth. My wolf purred inside me, overwhelmed with joy at finally uniting with her mates. The heat in my body began to rise, and a deep throb coursed through my pussy. Just then, Jace slid between my legs, his hands settling on the waistband of my worn panties, slowly pulling it off.

And love had chosen them back. The curse was gone. The packs were whole. And in Elara’s womb, a new heartbeat answered the dawn. The werewolf’s bride had become the werewolf’s mother. And the story, after so much blood, so much darkness, finally found its light.

Eve said. The thought sent me into thinking. What if they are right? Will my sacrifice be in vain? I thought. "Dr Francis, how sure are you about this?" I asked, trying to find something to convince myself to take the risk. "This book is an ancient book written by witches and werewolves. It dates back decades. I found it and kept it, thinking it might become useful someday," Dr Francis said. "I had used the information from this book to treat werewolf cases that ordinary science can't treat. If the book says that is what we must do, I believe that is what we need to do," he explained.

She was aiming for Lisa's neck. I nodded to my wolf, ready to shift when Jaxon jumped at her. He chomped on her arm and ripped it off clean, leaving the luna screaming as she tumbled backward. Lisa took this opportunity get off of the Luna's grasp. Then she turned around, kicked the knife out of her reach and slammed her back on the ground. The luna screamed out in pain but Lisa held her back, pinning her down using her knees pressing down on her legs, and her hands wrapped around her neck and remaining hand.