Stronger Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

But before she could come up with something reasonable to say he had left the ranch She could still feel the aftermath of zeres scent clothed in the air which made her dizzy and lightheaded and she wanted to do nothing but lay down on her bed to rest her muddled mind. Coming back to the blue moon pack was one of the most power draining thing that had ever happened to her in many years. It was filled with never ending trouble everyday, and she knew perfectly well that her problem was just beginning. With her wolf being so weak, she wondered if any Warewolf would even agree to marry her in her feeble state. Warewolves were creatures who were addicted to strength. Strength was an asset to them

I can only accept his kisses while closing my eyes while my hands wrapped around his broad shoulders. Alex lays me down on the bed before pulling himself away from me. I couldn't take my eyes off his intense stares as he unbuttoned his shirt one by one and then unbuttoned them, revealing his semi-naked athletic body. I traced the curves of his muscles with my eyes that felt heavy because of my passion. Werewolves are larger and more athletic than humans in general due to their metabolism and physical activity. But as an Alpha Alex's body was more intimidating than any other guy I'd ever met before.

Cassadie thought as fingers run through her hair while she was hugging a man's naked chest where she leans her head on his arm. She looked at him, his red eyes seemed to reflect the half-moon’s light. His red lips that were very soft had thirsts her and made her want more. His pale skin and pure white hair remind her earlier that night when she had mistaken him for a vampire. His skin was soft as if he bathed in milk and he just smells so good that she couldn't stop herself from sniffing his neck. She was a human yet she wondered if this may be how vampires were attracted to blood.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

Patients with severe changes were immediately rescued by them. Osmund heads to the Dennis clan territory with countless werewolf leaders with tremendous fighting power. Werewolves are not weak, werewolves are extremely strong, they are so strong that it is impossible to imagine. Werewolves can kill advanced vampires. Renee Dennis felt werewolves appear, they didn't touch the vomiting people in this area. Osmund standing on the cliff, the giant white wolf, the moonlight shining on the white fur, every hair on the wolf's body seems to glow. Osmund cold.

I felt his breath as his cold cheek is touching my blooded one, as he stares at the book. The paragraph says: Werewolves are stronger than vampires, they can tear their necks apart. As I read this, I saw the book got burned by itself, I glanced at Alex's eyes who are glowing red, his blueness disappeared. " You're not allowed to read about any creatures but myself, what? Do you think your dog boy would bite my neck? " Alex asked me as he is not Himself today. He looks worried as if he is really afraid. Werewolves...

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

The intensity nearly made him stagger. Blood. Hunt. Kill. The thoughts crashed into him one after another. His claws dug trenches into the earth beneath him. Several hunters noticed immediately. The man with the spear paled. "Back up," he told the others. Nobody argued. They all took a step backward. Caierre's breathing became heavier. His vision blurred. Then sharpened. Then blurred again. The wolf was pushing harder than before. Far harder. The full moon was coming. He could feel it. Every night seemed to strengthen the creature while weakening his resistance.

I begin before Andrew interrupts. “Can you just give the short details?” He groans from the chair across the room, but Lyra shoots him a death glare and he shuts his mouth. “ONCE UPON A TIME,” I yell loudly, “there was a werewolf and a witch. The werewolf was one of the strongest Alpha’s in the world and his pack was feared above all other packs. The witch was tall, beautiful, and very powerful.”

“She should have waited for us!” “I promise, we will take her with us as soon as we kill him," the human explained to his wolf. “After we steal his strength, we will be unstoppable, and marking our mate will only add to our strength.” Subconsciously, the beast's paws padded softly against the dirt, slowing down. His nose went to work, and it picked up on the aroma of sardines and tuna, but it was tainted, mixed with the odor of dirty socks, stale beer, and pizza. The werewolf cautiously followed the scent, and it led him out of the forest toward an old pizza joint stuck next to an old gas station. He stood still and low, with his paws gripping the concrete lot. His head and belly lowered to