Taya And Griffin Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

"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.

A quick break to regroup and a moment to breathe. I struggled to sit up on one elbow, my ribs aching with every breath, when Tay clashed again with Tiffany’s mutated wolf. She was stronger than anything I’d ever encountered, her movements wild and unpredictable. But now, with Jordyn and Dan’s forces joining ours, I felt a surge of renewed strength and hope.

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...