Lila And Enzo Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

LILA I found the body just after nightfall, half-hidden beneath the collapsed stone near the southern ridge. One of the guards had called out when they spotted movement. By the time I reached the edge of the courtyard, the wolf was already dead, he was one of the Red Hand soldiers, dressed in black leather armor with blood marks etched into the cuffs. His mask had slipped halfway off, revealing a slack mouth and a brutal burn across one side of his face. It wasn’t the body that caught my attention. It was the mark.

"Was he referring to Sophia's uncle, Mr John? And what was so special about this necklace to worth twenty million dollars?" So, he dragged his senses throughout the auction room to check if his werewolf instinct was mistaken about the Mr Lambert being announced. Sadly, his werewolf instinct was proven wrong when he confirmed it was not just John's scent that he sniffed but Eric's as well. Then, he dropped his gaze to his wrist where the barcode of his lifeline was marked on. Nicholas knew that if his lifeline dropped to zero, he will certainly die. On the other hand, Nicholas could not help but ask himself if he will die as well when his lifeline remained in its digits after he pulled the bu

I choked on my breath as I trembled in her damp hair. “Elira,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Elira—goddess, you’re back.” My arms tightened around her as her wolf whimpered inside me, scared. And then I heard her whimper. Except Elira wouldn't sound like that. It wasn't her voice. Wasn't even her scent. My chest tightened as a sharp pain tore just beneath my breastbone. My fingers shook as I brushed her wet curls away from her face, while my eyes roamed her face and my fingers withdrew a little.

"And the cakes?" "Perfect." "Remarkable." "Delicious." I wished I could find mine all of those things, but the sudden intrusion of nerves into my system made that impossible. I realized I wanted them all to like me. Even the petite blonde with dark eyes, who's name I'd learnt was Winifred. Her eyes watched me closely now, her stare penetrating into my soul. She noticed my discomfort, and a slow smirk suddenly stretched her lips. "Miss Hilda, I heard female werewolves were not allowed to fight in your pack... Is that true?"

Even buffered by Rhye’s huge body, Lily’s breath was pulled from her lungs as they crashed through the side of the small shack and landed on the dirt with a hard jolt. Before she’d managed to suck in the much-needed air, Rhye had wiggled her to her feet and turned to face the two attackers that appeared frozen in horror by their abrupt appearance. There was a slender human woman with a mop of blond curls and benign amber eyes, as well as a tall, giant man that Lily instantly acknowledged as a werewolf, with dark hair and a goatee that somehow seemed perfect for his ferocious features. Lily remembered them. This was the little brat from the pub, Mila, the daughter of the alpha in the neighbou

he asked. “Seraphina,” I replied. “Hmm... you have a beautiful name.” “Thank you,” I responded. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he stepped closer. The second he did, something impossible happened. His wolf whimpered. My eyes widened. Ronan froze too. Shock flashed across his face. An Alpha wolf never reacted with fear. He stepped back abruptly, staring at me intensely now. The air around us suddenly felt colder. A sharp voice exploded inside my mind, a voice I had never heard before.

“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom so we don’t wake Dillon. We’ll still be able to hear him if he cries.” I lead her to the bedroom and sit down cross-legged on the bed. I help her climb on and sit her down in front of me. She scoots forward and drapes her legs over each of mine so she can be closer to me. I take her hands in mine and bring them to my lips. “Lavender tried to bite that werewolf named Marco.” Zara’s face flushes when she’s comfortable enough to speak again. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” I take her chin in my fingers and ease her head side to side.

Alice - Being a Luna was never part of my plan but it was my destiny and now I was loving it. I am Alice Anderson a hybrid wolf with a werewolf father and a mother who was a witch. That makes me special. Not always in a good way. After going through several trials and tribulations I was finally at ease with Lucian. I am Luna of the Crimson Shadow pack and Lucian Blake is my mate. Generally, life was good. I loved living in the pack and there weren't any more death threats.

They murmured to themselves, their whispers barely audible. Enzo, who was the impatient type, snapped. He halted abruptly and turned to face them. "If you keep staring like that, I will have your eyes gouged out and your tongues cut off, then handed to you.” The werewolves quickly averted their gazes as fear flashed in their eyes, and they hurried on their way. Enzo's reputation for being ruthless was well-known in the pack, and none of them dared to test his limits. Reaching his mansion, Enzo ascended the steps, entering the hallway. The house was lavishly decorated, with polished floors and high ceilings, but it felt empty. The only sounds were the ticking of a distant clock and the soft s

she commanded, voice low and sharp. Luka and Lila dropped into fighting stances on the cracked concrete floor. Five years old and already lethal. Luka,dark hair like his father’s, golden eyes that sometimes bled into shadow,summoned tendrils of darkness that coiled around his small fists. Lila, with her mother’s fierce green eyes and a wild streak of silver in her hair, bared tiny fangs, claws extending with a soft snick. “Target,” Aria said. A rogue wolf they’d captured earlier snarled from the center of the circle, chained and muzzled. He’d been selling pups to humans for fight rings. Aria had no patience for his kind.