Shattered Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

I cried, holding her ankle like my life depended on it. She didn't spare me a glance, hiding her face between Adrian’s chest. “Take her away!” *** By the time I woke up, months had already passed, and so had the girl I used to be. The pain, the betrayal, the endless torment in the dungeons—everything had stripped me down to nothing. My wolf was gone and my heart was shattered. He stood there, no, they stood in the dungeon watching the warriors pump me full with wolfsbane until I lost my wolf, and then they left like I was nothing. They just left like they'd never been part of my life.

Just like that. And in that moment, as I pressed my trembling hand against the locked door, I felt something inside me shatter. Not just love. Not just trust. But the last piece of the woman who once believed Ethan Smith was her forever.

A promise of violence. "Say it again," he whispered in my ear. "Give me a reason." I should have stayed quiet. Should have been the obedient, broken thing he expected. Instead, I smiled. "Monster. Coward. Heartless bastard. Is that enough reason?" His grip tightened. Black spots danced across my vision. Somewhere far away, Lila was screaming, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. This was it, then. This was how I died. Strangled by the man I loved, in front of the sister who betrayed me.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

She rallied her vampire allies, leading them in a counter-attack against the werewolf pack. The circle of bloodshed and destruction expanded, consuming all in its path. Lives were lost, the ground soaked with the blood of both werewolves and vampires. The air crackled with power and despair, the once-beautiful landscape now scarred by the ravages of war. Amareux, torn between his loyalty to his pack and his love for Arayah, found himself caught in the crossfire. He fought alongside his werewolf brethren, hoping to quell the violence and bring an end to the cycle of vengeance. But with every strike, every fallen comrade, the weight of betrayal bore down upon him.

I guess she'll hate me by now. I guess she wouldn't want to lay eyes on me again. She must see me as disgusting! I yelled and hit the glass I was holding to the wall, causing it to shatter into pieces. Just then, some Werewolves came in front of me. “If you're drunk, why don't you hit the road. How dare you cause a ruckus in the bar when you ought to be drinking peacefully, huh?” “Get the fuck out of my face!” I snapped in rage.

body still refused to yield to her pleas . Her attempt was once again a futile one. Her eyelids had not opened a bit. She was running out of time. Derek kept on roaring like he was going to die. Though she was very afraid, she knew at the same time that she might just be the only way to salvage the whole situation. Her heart broke the moment she heard Derek trying to justify why he killed those people. That chamber had a memory that he could not yet get over. The alpha king needed to be helped. He needed help desperately, most especially at the moment. The sounds of things that had been smashed on the floor kept on tearing the air apart. Yes. This was the right moment to do the needful. She

I saw a woman pinned by an angered and ferocious beast and as I made my way towards her to help remove the wolf away from her, I was knocked unconsciously to the ground with such force that I could feel my bones break! I hear my arm snap, I let out a loud howl as the pain hits me. My arm is broken, undeniably broken by the amount of pain as I'm unable to even shift. I heard her sickening screams and cries and I whimpered as I was badly injured and was unable to go help her. Please please stop hurting her! She's in so much pain already, please. You bastards! I yelled in pain and anger. Leave her alone I begged from my pitiful state but the wolves kept ravaging her and finally one of them embe

she called, her voice steady but sharp. The shadow moved closer, and Alice’s heart stopped. It wasn’t Liam. It wasn’t Kane. It was a wolf she didn’t know—huge, black-furred, with eyes glowing gold. A Crimson Moon scout. Alice’s hands trembled, but something inside her stirred—hot, wild, alive. Her vision sharpened, the world snapping into focus. She could hear the wolf’s heartbeat, smell its blood. Her nails dug into her palms, and for a split second, she felt them sharpen.

hear the ripples of the river. Almost there. My adrenaline is kicking in fast, making me prepared for danger. I can see the river from afar. Finally. Just a little bit more Alice. You'll be tasting your freedom. My leg hits a plank and I fall hard to the ground. Again. "Arghhhh," I yell. The dagger falls away from my grip. I crawl on the ground, searching for it. It's too dark to see it clearly. My body shakes. I fall flat on the ground. What is happening? I grip my head hard to ease the stinging ache. I'm screaming in pain on the ground. Something is happening to me. My screams turn to growls. I feel my bones shift and twist beneath my skin. The pain is excruciating. My muscles bulge and e