The Claiming Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

She moans, her hands in my hair, pulling me tighter. “I want to fuck you,” I murmur into her chest, “Until my name is the only name you remember when you see a werewolf in Silvaton Ridge.” She arches, offering herself. “That means you want to claim me…” she says. Not a question. A knowing. How does she know about our kind’s claiming rituals? “Is that a bad thing?” I ask, lifting my gaze to hers. Do I want to claim her? I don’t know. I don’t want to want it. I don’t want to be claimed by any female either. But right now?

Jaxon had been deceiving me all along. Suddenly, a group of werewolves burst into the room, their eyes filled with rage. "Traitor!" one of them shouted, lunging at Jaxon. Without thinking, I jumped in front of Jaxon, my body blocking the attack. "Stop! He's injured, he's not a threat," I shouted, hoping to reason with them. The pack hesitated, but then another werewolf stepped forward. "He betrayed us, Luna. He deserves to die," he growled.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

" —Josh! “I couldn't believe how rude he was being. Clara laughed. - Do not worry, dear. His behavior is understandable given the circumstances. Remember, I told you a wolf is always overprotective of his mate. “I never said I was his mate. — If you say so, darling. I assume you found some kind of object. I held the book out to her. — A powerful werewolf touched him. I believe it was originally brought from you. We need to know how other wolves want Lycan pills and if there's any way to find this particular wolf. “No other wolves came in, besides you, the grumpy guy from the other day, and my regulars. "Can the book tell you anything about the wolf?" Clara took the book in her hands and stud

One night, as the moon hung low in the sky, casting its silvery glow through the window, Chloe stumbled upon a passage that spoke of a unique path—one that involved a merging of mortal and supernatural, a transformation that blurred the boundaries of both worlds. The revelation seized Chloe's attention. The text hinted at a process that allowed a mortal to become a werewolf—a creature of both realms, wielding the strength and resilience of the supernatural while retaining the essence of humanity. It was an ancient and risky ritual, but it offered a potential solution to the challenges Chloe faced. Her heart pounding with a mixture of trepidation and hope, Chloe shared her discovery with Jona

Stefano even left his realm in Clavier's hands as he went to the Kingdom to face the Moon Goddess himself. Jay felt sorry for the Southern Werewolves Pack. They had survived a few wars in two weeks, and now, they were about to experience another war with four-winged celestial beings while preparing for the war that Ezekiel waged on them. It seemed the pack barely had enough time to breathe before another war coming.

He turned to face the pack, shoulders squared despite the blood dripping down his ribs. Bryan and Dorian stepped in front of me like twin pillars of fury. The largest wolf—black fur, glowing red eyes—stalked forward. Its growl felt like thunder. Eli’s voice dropped to a whisper. “That’s him. The one who wants her most.” Bryan stepped forward. “She’s ours.” Dorian’s growl vibrated the ground. “Touch her, and you die.” The black wolf stopped. Then— He shifted. Bones cracked, skin split, fur receded.

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

I definitely have no match against this monster. I backed away; the werewolf snarled to show its drooling mouth. My knees were trembling to the death angel I am facing right now. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!