Taya And Griffin Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

"No, no! You can't kill them. Who will run the coven?" Griffin said, looking at his people. "You, the master of the coven, will rule it," Ian replied sarcastically. One of the wizards, who appeared to be very experienced and old, shouted at the werewolves alongside them. "Go and hurt that hybrid woman. She can't stay alive." Griffin was shocked when he heard that. He saw all the wolves rush toward Ava, leaving him speechless.

In an instant, her claws swiped across my arm while I tried dodging out of the way. The claw marks were down to the bone, and the burning sensation was unbearable; clutching my arm to side watching and waiting for her next attack. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Tay's brown wolf heading right for Tiffany using her distracted state to barreled into her side, pushing her back a few feet. "Are you alright?" Pain laced in his voice. I gave him a weak nod. I had to find her weakness, and soon. The wolf eyes wonder between the two of us. Taking off in Tay's direction before switching at the last minute. Tay attack missed, and the wolf hit me in the rib cage.

Tyla’s breathing became uneven. This was bad. Kyron charged again, but Thane shifted halfway, claws extending, strength multiplying dangerously. Kyron blocked what he could, but it was clear now he could not hold this alone. Tyla closed her eyes briefly. Then she felt it. The wolf inside her. Power rising instantly. When her eyes opened again, silver light burned inside them. And within seconds, her body shifted. Bones cracked. Muscles stretched. Silver fur burst forward. Her wolf emerged fiercely into the clearing….larger and stronger.

Aleya said with a smile. “Oooooooo,” Tia clapped her hands. “A wolf and a vampire, that will be one beautiful little pup. What do you call a baby vampire?” Tia asked with a raised brow. “A wolfpire?” She smiled. “I think I like my new word. Wolfpire, that’s what we will call our wolf and vampire hybrids.”

Vivian POV My head feels like it’s splitting open, a dull throb that drags me out of a dark, dreamless void. I’m on the floor, the kitchen tile cold and unyielding against my cheek, and the air smells like shattered glass and something wild—like pine and earth, but sharper, more alive, like a forest after a storm. My eyes flutter open, and the first thing I see is him. Tyler Grayson, kneeling in front of me, his green eyes glowing with a worry that makes my chest ache in a way I don’t understand. Then it all comes rushing back—the creature at the window, its yellow eyes glinting with hunger, the way Tyler… changed. He turned into a wolf. A massive, dark-furred wolf with those same green eyes

Too afraid to snap this brooding alpha, Alpha Liam maneuvered his griffin to relay the message—leaving Alpha Dylan alone at the frontier of the defending militia. Every moment that passed by sent the werewolves into an overdrive, especially the newly shifted werewolves who joined the Alliance who were not experienced in actual battles. A cold sweat fell from their napes as their throats parched both from fear and anticipation.

Within seconds, I stood opposite him on four paws, my fur bristling along my spine. We lunged at each other simultaneously, colliding in mid-air with enough force to shake the floor beneath us. Teeth snapped at throats, claws raked against flesh. We tumbled down the terrace steps and into the forest beyond, a snarling mass of fur and fangs. As we broke apart, circling again, I got my first clear look at Griffin's wolf form in the moonlight. What I saw made me freeze in shock. This was no ordinary werewolf. Griffin's wolf form was larger. It looked like something 'd seen only once before. The realization hit.

Finally, after a heavy silence, he runs a hand through his hair and mutters, “A pack was attacked last night. A werewolf pack just beyond the eastern border.” My heart lurches. “Attacked?” He nods his head grimly. “Dad sent scouts. It was brutal. I need to go with him, to see the damage, to help however I can.” I freeze, my stomach twisting. Images flood my mind, territory in ruins, innocent wolves slaughtered. And then, without my permission, Griffen’s face pushes its way into my thoughts. My chest tightens painfully. No. No, it cannot be. He would not. He...

The female werewolf tried to caress her little daughter for one last time, but before her hand could reach her, her heartbeat had stopped. The baby was taken by a familiar hunter. It was none other than Lander Steinfield, the same person who asked his older sister to foster the child… …and that child was none other than me. I opened my eyes, completely perplexed as I went through a memory lane which I didn’t know how it even happened. My tears fell down my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if those memories I’ve seen were true but it did hit me to the core. “What you’ve seen were real events in the past, Tessa,” said the man beside me.

His ashen form was blocked from the russet wolf’s sight, as she snapped at the canine, warning him to back off. Griffon quickly took on a protective stance, angling his body toward the forest, keeping the she-wolf in his sights at all times. His behavior tipped Aiden off that the russet werewolf had most probably brought his mate, Jayden Montgomery, - Alexa’s cousin - with him. An order from her side he’d guess, otherwise Griffon would never have put her in harm's way.