Shattered Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

The room was quiet, the only sound the faint crackling of the fire in the furnace. But then, a noise outside the window made her freeze. It was subtle at first like a faint scratching, like claws against stone. Yolanda’s head moved up, her wolf stirring uneasily. She stood, her heart pounding as she moved towards the window. Before she could reach it, the glass shattered. Yolanda stumbled back, her breath catching in her throat as a snarling werewolf crashed into the room. Its eyes glowing yellow, it seemed sick and its jaws dripped with saliva as it charged at her.

Was she destined to break his heart as mine had been broken? My world had come crashing down with his words. A part of me buried so deep inside broke, spewing out into the world like an unleashed tidal wave. My wolf was howling in my head, making my ears ring mercilessly. I gathered the scraps of my ruined book, clutching them to my chest as I turned on my heel and ran. I didn't notice the other students lingering in the halls, the ones who had witnessed the entire ordeal. The human students would have no idea what happened, but the werewolves would. They looked at me with a mix of shock and pity. Their eyes burned in surprise, watching as the rejected she-wolf fled from the hall.

“What about the movies you wanted to shoot. Do you want to forfeit that money? She’s a ripe one. Her other movie has over a one-thousand pay per views already.” I couldn’t believe how casually they were chatting away about my porn ability while a large, dark werewolf was just as casually eating my friend. She was still alive and breathing, but, mercifully, she’d lost consciousness. I remembered reading a book, years ago, that spoke of how wolves disemboweled their prey while their prey was still alive without regard to how they might suffer while they died a slow death. I’d shuddered, then, at the thought of the prey being aware of something eating it alive. Now, I was witnessing it f

It just breaks my heart to see her like this. "Well, I am a Lycan, Chris and Nate are also Lycans as well. We are like you, but a little bigger.You, my little mate are what is called a werewolf shifter. To my knowledge, you are what we believe to be the very last of your kind." I hook my finger under her chin so I can look into her eyes, and slowlybrought my lips to hers. She gasped as soon as our lips touched with an explosion of sparks between us.

the columns crackled and with a loud noise scattered before the intruder. Alud, unmistakably understood who it was, seeing red burning eyes approaching in the darkness. It was a werewolf. He walked, pulsing with a reddish light. In one of his paws, the Lord of the Shadowfs was twitching in death convulsions, abundantly flowing with blue energy, only fear was read in his fading eyes. The powerful figure of a werewolf was illuminated by streams of energy. His skin, resembling small needles, shimmered with a metallic sheen. He threw the mangled body of the Shadowf Lord into the center of the hall. The dying shadow leader screeched with a thousand voices, his tattered body spewing abundantly wit

While the poor girl was in tears, begging them, one of the werewolves stopped walking while the others approached Sky, the one who stopped was going to howl, alerting the others. Before he could even make the first sound, a huge shadow from behind him startled the young werewolf. A wolf twice his size appears from the trees behind, a huge wolf with black fur, as dark as the night. The huge wolf gnawed the head of the search werewolf, while the other one looked in fear, an Alpha appeared, and after he decapitated the first one, he jumped and sank his teeth into the neck of the second one, breaking the neck of the wolf clean and fast.

From what I have heard, they appear to regard it exceptionally. At the point when he at long last stops, I stop too over an especially thick book named Werewolves, Spiers, and Shifters: Complete Version. On the front is an image of a threatening werewolf ready to gobble up a human and a human combating a genuinely horrendous looking Shifter with a weird-looking lance. I slip it from the rest, concealing it behind me.

Gunfire erupts immediately, bullets tearing through the night. Sera and Dante burst through the back window. Sera's rust-colored wolf hits the ground first, immediately attacking the nearest hunter—her jaws close on his arm, making him drop his weapon. Dante's alpha wolf is right behind her, massive and deadly. He takes down two hunters before they can react, his supernatural speed overwhelming their human reflexes. But there are too many. For every hunter they take down, two more appear. Silver bullets whiz past Sera's head. One catches her shoulder, burning like fire. She yelps but keeps fighting.

I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave. My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt. Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world. I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.

But a few seconds passed, a bulk of memories from someone, of what happened in the past, had directly shared into my mind. My heart raced fast as I started to watch those memories like a film… There was a war that broke out between the humans and shifters–werewolves. It was raining that night, a couple ran in the middle of the forest, carrying their newborn child. They were being chased by human hunters. The couple shifted into their wolf forms to protect their child, but ended up getting killed as the silver arrows with a poisonous liquid on it got pierced to their hearts. The female werewolf tried to caress her little daughter for one last time, but before her hand could reach her, her he