The Claiming Werewolf Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

The Trista wolf killed them before getting to my parent. From that night forth, my loathing for Trista wolves doubled. After my parents’ death, I was crowned Alpha, and the first thing I did was search the entire clan for the Trista-marked wolf. Anywhere I found one, even outside the walls of the Shadow Pack, I end their lives brutally on the spot. To the current day, I still hadn’t found my parents’ killer. With the memory still clinging to my mind, I went for the lamp next and smashed it on the floor. Those cursed Trista demons do not deserve to live. Until I wipe all of them from the face of the earth, my revenge will be incomplete.

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

“Worth it. But we can’t keep sneaking like this. The bond is getting stronger. I can feel your emotions now. You’re torn.” Seven dressed quickly, jaw tight. “The rival bloodline in you changes everything. My scouts confirmed it last night. Your family line was supposed to be wiped out decades ago because ypu have a werewolf bloodline of an enemy pack that nearly destroyed us. If the pack finds out that I claimed you instead of Elara…” He dragged a hand through his hair. “The alliance falls and war would start again.” Angel sat up, naked and glowing with fresh cum. Brave fire lit her eyes. “Then claim me publicly. I’m not some secret side piece. This heat is only getting worse and I can barel

Alvar didn't answer. Because he already knew. The bond was screaming now. The bloodlust was everywhere. And standing in the center of it all was a creature he recognized immediately. His breath caught. "No." Grant stared. "What in the Goddess..." The wolf stood motionless beneath the moonlight. Massive. Monstrous. Its black fur seemed to swallow the light around it while crimson eyes glowed from the darkness. Blood covered nearly every inch of its body. Some of it belonged to the attackers. Some of it didn't.

Fagua I stumbled backwards as the wolves closed in. His words promised to deliver exactly what he’d said. I didn't know what he'd do to me, but I didn't like the gleam in his eyes or the wolves around me. "How come you've never turned, girl? Got too much of your damn Ma in you." He sneered. "All you need is a few bites to get the change fever going. Handy it's a full moon coming up soon." I'd never been bitten by a wolf my entire life. "That won't work. If I haven't become a wolf now, I won't ever."

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.

Let me hear all your guesses, and see who got it right in the end (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). By the way, this book joined one of Goodnovel's contests. But judging by how things turned out, I sadly don't think I am going to win any prize. I am not sad, actually. I am just hopeful that my next book will do better (Let me spill the beans. A new book might come out later. A werewolf triggering romance, with an obsessive and a lovesick Lycan King, and a soft but confused female lead. Oooo (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠).

All are sorted by strength and power. There is also a wild werewolf called Rogue. A wolf that doesn't tie itself to any pack. Yesran changed the sheets of the book. "Mate," Yesran said reading the next page. "The fateful bond of the Moon Goddess where werewolves have one Mate in their life. Wolves are known to be loyal animals. When a werewolf finds its mate a great attraction cannot be denied, and usually, the male wolf will make a claim—" Yesran stopped reading. Claim?

My body moves on instinct when it comes to her. “Brooklyn cried out in ecstasy, her walls clasping around his throbbing hard—okay, that’s it.” I snapped the book shut and flung it aside. I’m not about to sit here listening to people getting off when I’m on the verge of combusting. “Fuck.” I groaned, dragging my hand down my face. Alina sat frozen between my legs, too still, too quiet, while my body screamed at me to lose control. My wolf was pacing beneath the surface, snarling to sink his teeth into her, to taste, to claim.