Novel & Cerita Songs About Werewolf

I had never heard this song once, it didn't sound like popular music, much less a song composed by a famous artist. "It's a song that my mother composed." Alpha King said faintly, helping me to clarify the doubt in my heart. I nodded silently to show that I heard. Actually, this song was also very good, it was just a bit sad, not suitable for my mood right now. The space in the car only had music, we didn't say anything. The closer you get to the werewolf territory, the more deserted the surroundings become. If I went along this path with my friends, I would definitely be scared, but with Alpha King, I knew that nothing bad would happen, even if Alpha King would protect me. So I was not afra

“Today shall be remembered in our history as the day regained my honor and my status as your supreme leader, the Prime Alpha, and the Alpha King of all werewolves. Now, to honor the memory of all those we have lost in this fight and as a salute to every survivor here tonight, we shall howl seven times to the moon. It has provided us with the light we needed to see and defeat our enemies.” There was a cheer amongst the werewolves at the Alpha King’s speech. Vak lifted his face to the moon and let out the first howl. Everyone else, except the humans in their midst, followed suit and howled to the moon. After the seventh howl, there was jubilation in the crowd and everyone was eager to return h

The alpha king glared at him. " You dare stand before me and speak of my death. Do you know what this place is? This was where I killed the old lady. Sophia witnessed it and ran. This place was where you had your first meeting to dethrone me. " He paused and smiled. " And this is where I will start clipping your wings. I let you fly too high. " " What?" Ruckus smiled. " Try and see." " Do you know how strong a werewolf can become after killing?" The alpha king released his claws and started walking to the oak tree.

I blurt out and suddenly regret it because he abruptly jumps away from me and to the opposite side of the bed. His hair is a mess, running his hands through it, he makes it messier "Oh, shit. Could that happen?" he asks me. I have no idea. Usually when a vampire Links with someone, they have to turn that person. Is it even possible to turn a wolf? "There's no mating ritual for us. We just give you our blood and you become one of us" I explain to him. He furrows his brows "What?" I guess I have completely killed the mood "I don't want to become one of you monsters" he stands up from the bed and adjusts his clothes "Shit, we need to slow down on this. We have no fucking clue what we're doing"

"That is the understatement of the century. It's been a hard week." The bartender leaves me alone after that, only coming back to refill my glass. I had a few women hitting on me but after the fourth girl, they left me alone. Brooding by myself is not that good for my health. Being a werewolf doesn't help. Alcohol doesn't affect us the same way that it does humans. After spending more than 5 hours in the bar I decided it's time for me to go home and face reality. Someone has tried to reach me on our pack mind link, but I shut my link as soon as I stepped into the bar.

"At least explain why?!" Xavier sighs before flipping open a page. He thought he won't look like an idiot when he talked to him in his head in case he slips up and creates awkward facial expressions. "Werewolf senses require werewolf mana to operate. My guess is that Mr. Zyris is using something to block werewolf and vampire hearing to avoid anyone hearing about their conversation."

And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man. And when the wolf got satisfied at putting its anger towards the man. It immediately thought of going to the place where they were supposed to live. It was about to run, but before he can do that, Peter came who’s in a flash got to the wolf’s side. And Peter immediately stabbed the syringe he was carrying, containing sleeping pills and wolfsbane herb. A herb that can effectively weaken a werewolf. But one dose of it is not enough to put Jax’s wolf down. So Peter immediately followed with two more pricks of syringes to the body of the wolf.

Another wolf growled at them and tried to prevent them from coming to Steven. "Stop. Please stop. Why is this happening?" I hope this is just a dream. "Stop! I said stop!" I screamed at them loudly. I am using my force to make my voice louder. All of them stopped. Some of them whimpered loudly and walked backward. My hands were shaking. A wolf suddenly approached me, transforming into the people I know. "Steven... how... what... was happening?"

Hush, my little one, the moon’s serene, Through the night sky, its gentle glow’s seen. Rest your weary head, close your eyes tight, Dream of forests wild, beneath the moonlight. I can hear her voice in my mind, and tears prick my eyes. I open them as I hear Cheney begin to sing softly. “Hush, my little wolf, the moon’s serene, through the night sky its gentle glow’s seen. Rest your weary paws, close your eyes tight…” the change in the song catches me off guard, but I know immediately that this is the original.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.