Odysseus And Malia Werewolf Book Novels & Stories

I thought I was used to their harsh words and their belittling stares but I was wrong because you are can never get used to evil unless you are evil. Hi, rude of me to not have introduced myself. My name is Malia Anderson and this is my story. I am a living Cinderella with no prince in sight. I am not going to bore you with the details of my life or that of my parents, which everyone says died a miserable death and of which I would not be an exception. You see I wasn't born like others. I am different. I was born weak. I am an Omega and here, being an Omega doesn't count you as being part of the living. I still do not understand why I have to go through hell all because of my wolf nature, th

It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Whereas most werewolves' eyes turn yellow upon turning or when their wolves are in control, Malias were neon green. Xena braced herself, parting her legs and bowing slightly. She was standing in a fighting stance to make sure nothing happened. Malia shifted, she turned into a beautiful dark-grey wolf with white paws. She wasn't much smaller than me. Her wolf started tossing its head back and forth, it looked like they were fighting for control. I looked at Lydia and she walked up to Malias wolf.

Because if he felt something…anything, he would’ve done something about it by now. Pushing all thoughts of Damien at the back of my mind, I got lost in Lucas’s kiss. Contrary to what people thought, wolves did not smell like wet dogs. Their scent held an earthy undertone and the scent of the forest. Almost like the scent of the ground after a drizzle of rain. Lucas also held a spicy note in his scent and it’s what helped distinguish him from others. It was a scent I could get used to.

They too were having enough of the war. I needed to know more about Bazaar but I didn't want to upset Cali anymore. I needed to know if he was the only werewolf over the wall. Alpha Deucalion in his dark wolf form walked towards us. He looked upset. "Don't worry brother I only showed her around the place, we're good now," Cali told him as she stopped. I stood behind her. Alpha Deucalion gave her an angry look. "We are," I assured him.

ROSE'S POV I am Rosalia Alexandra Davis, a werewolf who has no family or friends. Someone who is a loner because she is different than others, in other words the runt of the pack. someone who should be treated worst than a slave , which means I am responsible of doing all the chores of the pack , while being the personal punching bag of the higher authorities. The reason behind this is my early shift. Usually wolves shift at the age of 16 which is also the age for us to find and recognize our mates. This happened because I am one of the four mystic wolves, which they hopefully don’t know. Or do they? Well whatever , I am happy the way I am but I want to find my mate soon, but for that I need

Thinking we were now safe; little did I know that a greater challenge awaited – his scent. With the instinctive heightened sense of smell that comes with being a werewolf, I didn't need to be close to him to catch a whiff of his scent. It wasn't just any scent; it was his natural aroma, so enticing that without realizing it, I slowly moved the hand covering his mouth down to his shoulder, enveloping him in my embrace. My head, seemingly beyond my control, leaned closer to his neck, where I began to breathe in the scent of his skin.

The Alpha yelled, standing in front of me. I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. All eyes turned to me. The nobles stepped back, their faces twisted with disgust. "Seize her!" Another Alpha commanded. "How dare a mere omega interrupt—" "Stop." The command cut through the air like steel. The crowd parted. Lucas Stone stepped forward, his eyes finding mine. “My Lor…” I paused Our eyes met and I felt something. The mate bond hit me, and from his widened eyes, I knew he felt it too.

She was a vision in white, matching her jewelry to the golden threads of Ixion's clothes. Several of her attendants also donned gold in some form or another. And in her arms... The white wolf pup was unnatural to its very core. Seemed off in a way I couldn't describe. As if it shouldn't have been here. Possessed some unholy talents of some sort. Yet the goddess clutched it close to her chest as she walked forward.

He is no Alpha. Orion is a monster of a wolf. He is as black as night with green eyes. Orion towers over most Alpha’s but our Destinee in her wolf form is slightly bigger than we are. I move back, not taking my eyes from him. Marcus passes me a pair of shorts from Laura.

I managed to ask after I’d found my voice. She didn’t respond, but instead raised her hand placing it over my forehead. I instantly felt a strong power taking hold of me. An energy coursing through my body and vision’s flashing in front of me. Alerik and his rogues been captured by tough werewolves who were led by creatures like herself. The dead werewolves by the creek slaughtered mercilessly, figures lurking in the dark like shadows, watching and waiting. In the end, there was a voice… an eerie one telling me that there would be war.