Shattered Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I read until the sun came up and my tears ran dry. And I understood, finally, why Dante Marchetti's eyes were so cold. He'd married the daughter of his nightmares. And now we were both trapped in a house built on lies and blood.

They train their young for the Offering Day, the moment they either shift…or are cast out. Because a wolf who cannot shift is not a wolf. They are shame, dead weight and better forgotten. And in the shadows beyond the veil of mountains, whispers stir. An old power sleeps with one eye open, the Moon grows quiet and the long buried begins to awaken. *********************************** SYLARI “Push, my Lady, just one more, she’s almost here!” Darkness was the first thing I knew. It wasn’t cold or frightening. It was steady, and warm, like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine and I floated in it calmly.

Before we could react, it moved faster than thought. A wave of darkness slammed into us. I felt myself lifted off the ground, energy scattering violently. Theodore roared as he was thrown in the opposite direction. Pain exploded through my body as I crashed into the earth. The shield protecting the wolves shattered. Warriors cried out as their strength drained instantly. The Devourer advanced toward me. Step by step. Unstoppable. I tried to stand, but my limbs trembled. It loomed over me, crimson eyes blazing. “The Blood Heir must fall… so the world may be consumed.”

I open my eyes to seek out his emerald eyes, but instead of finding green eyes looking back at me, a set of hateful, murderess blue eyes stare back at me. I go to scream when a hand crashes down over my mouth. “I always knew you were a whore. The sad thing is, you’re not even a good whore. You think any other man would want you.” I try to fight against his hold, but he’s on top of me. He has me pinned with his weight. Somebody please help me is all I can think of. No matter what, I keep trying to fight. “That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.”

The younger Werewolves see how the higher classes live at much closer quarters on a daily basis. And the fight has gone out of the older generation. Alpha Tam, our alpha, belongs to the older generation. There is an obvious split between the older and the younger generations. Despite the current divide within the pack, if any member of my pack so much as gets a whiff that I’m sheltering the princess, I’ll be banished. And what is a werewolf without his pack? Banishment is the worst thing that can happen to a pack animal. It is worse than death for a Werewolf. When a Werewolf is forced to give up his pack and live alone, he gradually devolves until he’s more beast than man. He turns into a de

Cruella whispered, her voice filled with fear and her expression laced with same. Liam’s eyes narrowed as he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist to shield her. He wasn’t just the Alpha—he was something far more dangerous. And whatever was coming, it wasn’t something she was prepared for. The shadow grew larger, and in the blink of an eye, a figure stepped into the clearing. It was a man, no, a beast, his eyes glowing with a malevolent red light, his body massive and rippling with muscle. Cruella’s breath caught in her throat. This was no ordinary wolf. This was a creature of pure destruction.

When she finally looked up, her eyes were huge—not scared, just stunned. “She’s not just a wolf,” Eidara said, words slow and heavy. “Her blood’s got a piece of something old in it. Something lost. Like... a shadow of the Flameborn.” Evangeline blinked, totally blank. “The hell is that supposed to mean?” “A line of shifters—elemental, mostly fire. Hunted nearly to extinction in the Old Purge. Too dangerous, even for their own,” Eidara replied, almost absent, eyes still a little wild.

Before I could move, the window shattered inward and the glass exploded. A massive creature burst through. It was half man and what looked like half beast. Its bright green eyes turned on me like I was its prey. I screamed as it lunged. Alaric moved really fast. His bones cracked as fur tore through his skin. He shifted into a huge wolf, far larger than any I thought possible. He hit the creature and knocked it back before it could reach me. I ran out of the kitchen but fell hard as my knees gave up from fear. I moved backwards making my hands scrape the wood. The sting barely registered in my head due to the terror I felt. I kept my eyes fixed on the doorway.

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.