Novel & Cerita Jessica Hall Werewolf Books In Order

Before I can blink, Jessica rips into the brown wolf’s neck and starts twisting it between her big jaws. As I finally take in Jessica’s wolf, she is a huge black wolf. An Alpha wolf. An Alpha wolf and she was rejected? How was that even possible? My attention is drawn back to the fight as I hear a yelp and see her rip the head off the male wolf. Blood gushes from the wound and falls onto the she-wolf below the male.

They are just waiting for the right time to attack us, just to bring us down so I understand him. “All right, fine,” I surrendered, which made him laugh heartily. I don’t even know now if he just loves having debates with me when it comes to this kind of situation to make me shut up and follow what he said, or if he’s just trying to make me realize that I’m wrong. Still, he’s enjoying it whenever I surrender. .... “Your Highness Celeste, I apologize for interrupting your rest, but a werewolf named Sebastian Lyall Volkov visited you and he’s now in the living room. He informed me that you are his mate, and he’s—” My eyes widened and immediately sat on my bed.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

They didn't even have me in their grasp and yet they were celebrating. As they drop down to silence. Cassandra yells, “You will bring her to me!” Jess stares through the rows of Wolves. Like me, she was barely tall enough to see. Slowly she reaches a hand out to me, locking it with mine. “You may be my maker, but you are not my Alpha.” I feel my heart race. And still, I couldn’t believe she was doing this. “You are a stupid little girl. You know nothing of our world.” “I know enough to know who is wrong!” Jess squeezes my hand as she stares out in front of her. Her eyes are dark in the same way as Dane said mine become. She was close to shifting.

the alpha stated, and the two werewolves he had beckoned jumped forward, attacking Jessica. Emberlynn gasped, looking at the scene before her. She had thought they would take down Jessica easily because they were by far more enormous than she was and appeared to be stronger, but it seemed she had underestimated Jessica and thought of her as weak too soon. It took only a few seconds for Jessica to cut down both werewolves, biting at both of their necks and breaking them to kill them off totally. "Now that's new," the alpha stated, narrowing his eyes at Jessica. "Who the hell are you?" he asked as she took down another werewolf.

I don't know how long it takes for me to completely slip out of consciousness, but I sense it's a while because another scent interrupts the sweet scent of my mate. It's not a bad scent. In fact, it smells like rain and musk and it's really nice. But it's interrupting the sweet scent of Zeke. The honey of life. And that irritates me. Someone else is here with us now. The last thing I hear before my consciousness completely slips out is an odd conversation between Zeke and the intruder of my peace. "A wolf in human territory?" "Not just a wolf, Roman. She's a Lycan hybrid and I can't shake off the feeling that she's familiar."

The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, old wine, and the distinct, coppery tang of werewolf. Every conversation died as we crossed the threshold. Dozens of pairs of eyes, glowing in every shade of predatory gold, green, and red, turned to us. The scrutiny was a physical weight, but I kept my chin high, my hand resting lightly on Kaelen's arm, the picture of serene compliance. A fortress. Give them no cracks. We had only taken a few steps into the cavernous hall when he emerged from the crowd. Alpha Vorian.

It was no longer a secret that Jess was a white wolf, as she had shifted tonight in front of the warriors. “Well, that explains some of what is happening,” the doctor said as he looked at Jessica in awe. “A white wolf needs her mate. When she finds him, she should be mated and marked immediately upon meeting,” the doctor continued. “Why?” Jessica asked, a frown on her face.

"I feel so stupid. Of course she's not listening to my silly prayers. I don't even have a wolf." Jessica strolled along the borders of the front yard, enjoying the cool air on her skin and the starry night above her head when her ears picked up on a commotion. She followed the noise, and then her eyes landed on a group of werewolves hovering over something. A she-wolf was distraught as she bawled and howled at the moon. Jessica ran up to the scene and saw a blonde hair man lying on the ground with his throat slashed.

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?