Odysseus Novel Werewolf Malia Novels & Stories

He was already imagining the day she would put on the Luna Crown and bring our pack to new heights. However, when the carriage returned, it carried nothing but her corpse, the skull smashed to pieces. What followed was a bloody massacre of the Greyridge pack as the Alpha King was furious at the deceit. As we went through the second time loop, Dad turned his attention to our stepsister, Malia Thornton, who was prophesied to be able to give birth to the strongest werewolf. She had a flexible body that was curvy in all the right places, and she exuded a milky scent that screamed of her fertility.

He noticed everything. If he knew— I shut the thought down before it could fully form. He couldn't know. So he wouldn't. That night, the dreams came back. Malachi in his chambers, gray-skinned and barely breathing. Dark veins mapping their ruin across his neck and jaw. His wolf a diminished, howling thing, eating itself from the inside in grief and rage and the specific madness of a mate bond severed wrong.

I grab Luca on the arm and force him to a stop for a second, he looks me in the eyes and I look back searching for any sign of what might be to come, but I see nothing only determination to get to the bottom of whatever this is. We make our way outside and I see a bunch of other wolves all standing around looking bored, but once they spot us they all stand to attention all except one. This little fucker standing there acting all high and mighty doesn’t know who he is messing with right now so he better not push us, we both are on edge because of Carina. “Who are you and what do you want?” Luca speaks with a bored tone but his aura is definitely starting to show itself. Some of the men whimpe

She noticed Kylie’s eyes widen as if in recognition. Kennedy was frozen in place for a few minutes before she finally turned around to face her cousin, “You’re a what?” Cassandra swallowed to wet her parched throat, she could feel Caleb’s nearness and somehow, it soothed her. Having him close by always put her at peace, “A werewolf, I woke up in this house some months ago and noticed that here was something different about me. Initially, I didn’t pay it too much attention, then I started hearing these voices in my head and….i found out there’s some other…being inside me, it shares my body and my conscious. I’m still learning about it, but I just know, I’m not fully human anymore and I can’t

“That wasn’t for them.” My breath hitched. “I know,” I whispered. “That’s what scares me.” He didn’t respond, not with words. He looked at me so intently it almost felt like an answer. And then my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand like the world was done giving us space. I reached for it, blinking against the notifications flashing back. WOLF GALA ROMANCE SPARKS CONTROVERSY! HUMAN MATE OR PACK PROBLEM? Is Lord Marrock Serious or Staged?

While the car ride back with Wills and the conversation in the driveway helped, I was not about to tell Anders that I was fine, when I’m only starting to get there. “Looks like Alpha Geralds family book is the key to helping Wills use her abilities without draining her energy. Plus, I got a text from Dr Gamwell when I parked, the she-wolf is fine, gave birth to a baby girl, also fine. He’s keen to get his hands on Wills to do more healing – which is a problem to solve for another day.” He puts a French press of coffee on the tray along with milk sugar and some mugs, then a plate of cookies, a bowl of nuts and a bowl of grapes on a separate tray that he hands to me.

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

“They burned the homes. Slaughtered those who resisted. The few survivors fled into the woods, starving, hunted, desperate. Among them were children, elders, healers… people who had no place left to go.” “Did they survive?” Samantha asked. “They would have died,” Mira said. “If not for a wolf.” Samantha blinked. “A wolf?” “She came from the east,” Mira said. “From a pack called Dawncrest. A pack that followed the old ways honoring the balance of moon and earth. The Dawncrest wolves were rare. Powerful. And their Alpha… Her name is Malia.” The name shivered through Samantha like a forgotten song.

I watch in horror as a rogue wolf attacks and kills them, too weak to fight back. Maliyah rushes towards the exit, but we are stopped as she is tackled by a huge black wolf. We roll across the floor and I am thrown off Maliyah’s back. I sit up holding my head as my vision refocuses. I see Maliyah and Enzo at a stand off. Blood is pouring form her shoulder as I watch her wound close up. I am glad she still has Terra to heal her.

Either she was a really good liar or she wasn't at all because her heart rate did not spike. "So you were fucking those nasty dogs?" I shivered in disgust, not caring that I had intended to fuck one seconds ago. Malia looks away from me, her face flushing. "That was years ago. Now we should really be going. Those wolves may be intoxicated but their senses are still strong. If they take a whiff of you, you'd be no more." She reaches out and clutches my arm, her touch repulsed me as she tugs me towards the dark path. "Hurry." She whispered hastily.