Ramona Badwolf Novels & Stories

I stood before three hundred wolves, no podium, no prepared remarks, just truth. "My name is Mona Silvermoon. My mother was murdered when I was three days old. I survived sixteen foster homes, each one ending when my phoenix nature showed. I was beaten, starved, locked in basements. I was told I was an abomination." My voice didn't shake—these wounds had scarred over long ago. "The Pure Wolf Council says I'm dangerous. They're right. I'm dangerous to their vision of a world where children like mine can't exist."

Her tears dried off and her eyes widened towards the reality of what he had said. She swallowed a lump in her throat while she still stared at him, her hands falling to the side of her body, and another tear dropped from her eyes. “If I couldn't stop the phantom, there's no way you can ever do that.!” He said again. He just had to utter the truth roughly, letting them see why he wasn't supporting the idea in her head. She was only a werewolf who had learned the act of shifting into her wolf form. Any other thing which had to do with battle, his daughter Mila was unskilled in it.

the woman retorted, her gaze shifting between me, my mate, and the crowd. "Yes, I won't deny that she played a part. But she's not solely responsible. Her stepmother was initially targeting her, but that's no longer the case. Can't you see? She's no longer our enemy but a common foe. Whether Luna leaves or stays, the battle and the enemy remain. She's here to bring down the entire werewolf kingdom, and she'll stop at nothing to achieve it! Listen to me, everyone! My Luna isn't going anywhere! Whether she stays or leaves, be ready and prepared for any battle that may come!" Ramirez addressed them, not just with his voice but with the voice of his inner wolf.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

The wolves had lost the true reason for life and had lost their faith altogether, a recurring issue that had led to the unresolved issues that still plagued them. Adele Jones, as the Moons Oracle and mate of a High Alpha, was an extremely valued figure within Werewolf society. She delivered prophecies to juvenile Alpha’s full of hope and spread dread to the ones who soon discovered their reigns coming to an end. She was the one who found the new Alpha’s. The ones that had been born and not bred. She discovered the wolves who had risen of their own toil and trouble, who were born to lead. It was because of her gift that she had been killed.

Her silver-white fur shimmered faintly, her presence steady and calm as her eyes met mine, and this time, there was no hesitation in me, no uncertainty, only recognition and something deeper, something that felt like relief. “You are here,” I said softly. “Have always been here,” she replied, her voice echoing through me, not just in my mind, but somewhere deeper. “What's your name.” I asked. “Selene.” My wolf answered, such a nice name. I stepped closer to her without thinking, my movements slower this time, more certain, “Selunara said I have to accept you,” I murmured, though even as I said it, I realized how incomplete that sounded.

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

“And if it comes to war, if James succeeds in turning the Alliance violent, we won’t fight for you. We’ll protect ourselves and stay neutral. That’s the best I can offer.” “That’s more than I deserve,” I said honestly. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet.” Marta stood, and we stood with her. “You have work to do, Alpha. Years of work. Decades, probably. Rebuilding trust, proving you’ve changed. This is just the first step.” “I understand.” She walked us to the door, then paused. “One more thing. Your mate. The Luna. Is it true she was a werewolf?” “Yes. From one of the camps.” My chest tightened thinking about Alina, back home on bed rest.

Harry climbed in after her, never taking his eyes from her face. She looked so much like Rosa it hurt to breathe. Twenty-six years ago... The forest was thick with smoke and the scent of blood. King Harry’s return from a diplomatic mission had taken a dark, twisted turn. Their royal carriage, carrying his heavily pregnant Luna, Queen Rosa, was ambushed on the narrow mountain pass by a pack of rogue werewolves—wild things with nothing to lose and blood on their minds. The attack was sudden, brutal. Rosa's screams split the air—not from fear, but from the onset of labor. The shock and stress of the assault had forced her into early childbirth.

Okay now 😢😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. This is the end. Don't forget to comment and vote for the final chapter!❎ -Rama There are a couple Werewolf books up on my Instagram profile. ✴To be the second ✴The Tales Of A Pregnant And Rejected Luna ✴The Bad Boy Is A Werewolf ✴His Hidden Child ✴Maid For the alpha Some Romance Fantasy ✴Winter's storm ✴ Within The Flames Of Anger And many other genres I think you'll enjoy. Check them out! And do bring forget to give me some feedback.