Saving Tragedy Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

“It’s hard because as fated, you’re naturally going to gravitate towards one another but that means Bailey experiences pain because she isn’t letting her wolf free and that’s because she doesn’t know she’s a werewolf.” I nod, yeah it’s pretty fucked up. Silence falls as we’re both in our own thoughts when I then notice the smell of blood and bleach. My wolf winces from the bleach stench. “What happened here?” I ask Rosa, I recognise the blood as some of the younger pack members. “Oh,” she rolls her eyes. “There was a clash between some of our young ones and the Midnights.”

“Nothing is alright! Nothing is fucking alright! If I had just listened to her that moment and gone to Poland instead of trying to solve your problems did you, she would still be alive. You Oscars are so lucky that you somehow maneuver through your problems but those of us that actually bear the solution are not so lucky. “Today, I lost my wife, you know why? because I was trying to save you and our family , I was trying to be there for someone else, neglecting my own. If I had listened to Aurora, I wish I did, but I didn’t and now it’s too late. I hope you all are smart enough to watch your backs, this is not the time to trust anyone. That man I met there seemed desperate and certain that h

How could such a tiny human woman, like a lion, be so hungry for months? "Raymond, will you assist Eve with my brother? I believe she might need help. He is a rogue; I believe you know what to do." Sage said, wondering how he knew all this. He trusted this man like he knew they would never betray him. "Yes, alpha." Raymond never imagined serving the alpha again would be this remarkable; knowing his great-great-grandson was with him made his heart inflated with pride, and he hoped for the alpha to stay a little longer and help them with the incoming war between packs of werewolves. Raymond hoped his son would survive. Some feral werewolf from the Whiteland pack had bitten his son and turned E

The Trista wolf killed them before getting to my parent. From that night forth, my loathing for Trista wolves doubled. After my parents’ death, I was crowned Alpha, and the first thing I did was search the entire clan for the Trista-marked wolf. Anywhere I found one, even outside the walls of the Shadow Pack, I end their lives brutally on the spot. To the current day, I still hadn’t found my parents’ killer. With the memory still clinging to my mind, I went for the lamp next and smashed it on the floor. Those cursed Trista demons do not deserve to live. Until I wipe all of them from the face of the earth, my revenge will be incomplete.

“The others?” I watch him take a seat beside me, “Yes, the other infected wolves.” Dr Gamwell says as if I should know all of this. Zale clears his throat. “Trent was just one of more than three hundred recorded wolves that have the Rogue illness. Trent is the first wolf that has recovered.” “She’s barely recovered from Trent, and you want her to try to heal another three hundred wolves?” Dad demands, his tone is filled with disdain. He might seem calm, but I can see he’s about to lose it.

I hardly shift these days and could barely feel my wolf. The big wolf lowered itself, ready to attack. I knew it was a rogue and that my life would end now. No one was here to save me and even if they were, no one would bother saving a cursed Omega. I was better off dead. The big wolf lunged at me, and I crashed to the ground on my butt. But the wolf did not get to me as another bigger wolf jumped on it from behind me. It was a white wolf — a fucking white wolf.

In that split second he hesitates, whatever it was that made that noise knocks Everest off me. I catch a whiff of its scent, and I gasp. No goddess, not him. Anyone here but him. I struggle to roll on my aching side and try to catch the fight. I rest in my blood, panting, and spot who I hoped never to see in a place like this. He has Everest pinned under him. The BloodFang Beta wriggles so viciously that I nearly feel sorry for him. Nearly. My heart fills with dread as the wolf over Everest snaps into Everest’s neck without hesitation.

I protested, tears mixing with the rainwater. But it was too late. The mudslide engulfed us, and in the chaos, I lost sight of the elderly person and the child. "Seraphina!" Randy's desperate voice reached my ears, but before I could respond, the relentless rush of mud carried me away. "Seraphina!!!" I was drained of strength. On the verge of death, a thick book floated toward me. "I'm about to die, and this wretched book…" I didn't finish my sentence. The hefty book, with millions of words, pressed onto my face, forcing my head downward.

A muffled curse escaped me and in that moment I realized one thing : coming to SilverMoon Academy was the worst mistake of my life. **** I don't usually act reckless but right now, life gives me no choice. I'd sworn to stay away from werewolves and keep myself as invisible as possible. But that itself is impossible now because three Alpha's, triplets for that matter, think I'm their mate. After settling in my dorm room, I couldn't wait to meet my roommate. I had to rush to the SilverMoon Dorm to find Tristan and get back my medicine. I would've ignored it if it weren't important but my life depended on it. Literally.

Back then, he had promised to protect me for a lifetime. Werewolves never lie. Every oath they take is witnessed by the Moon Goddess. Now, he walked beside me, shielding me carefully from the crowd, ensuring that no one brushed against me. He had kept his childhood promise. "Elena!" A familiar voice rang out behind me. Instinctively, I turned around. And saw someone who shouldn't be here. Nigel. He was crippled. He looked like a pitiful beggar. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and he stepped forward eagerly, as if hoping for a reunion. But before he could get close, a passing guard intercepted him and led him away.