The Edge Of Reason Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

He stomps inside the room, searching for something in the bookshelves. “Why did he let you read that? You should read about the caste system of the pack, as well as the creatures that coexist with us here in the land of humans,” he rants before grabbing a brown leather-bound book and opening it to a specific page. He gives it to me and takes the other book away. “See here? This is about the different supernatural. This part here is specific for the wolves.” “Was there something wrong with the other book?” I ask curiously.

I am honoured to have him by my side. When we get to the border it is a battle field, vampires and werewolves fighting everywhere. We don't waste any time and join in on the battle. I take down two when I first enter the battle, I then run over and help another patrol guard that was up against three wolves. I take out one as he goes to jump on my guards back, I slash at his side and then at his throat and toss him to the side. I then move onto the next wolf I see, once I have killed that one I stop and have a look around. There are dead wolves everywhere and a couple of dead vampires but we are pushing them back, I kill one more when I hear a loud howl. All the remaining wolves stop fighting

The metal collar was an object with ten big needles, going into the Wolf's skin where the liquid silver running through the needles to the wolf's system and weakens it. She took a step back and turned around. Ethan's words echoing in her mind. The vampires lifted Ethan's cage to the sky. A great army of vampire stood behind Drake and Alexa. "For our lost glory!" Drake yelled a hand up before opening the portal. As the sky cleared, it came with the image of large numbers of werewolves in their battle suit holding weapons. With alpha Williams at the head of the werewolf. Drake smirk. "We're back to it! Dogs versus gods! And we all know who will win." He stretched out his hands and the 45th vam

And the only thing that would greet them… was his world-ending fury. ... The moment I stepped into the great hall of the Twilight Trading Post, I saw them: a delegation of pack warriors in uniform, waiting to greet the Vampire Prince's mate. This was neutral ground, a chaotic crossroads where werewolves, vampires, and humans mingled. I hadn't set foot on this land in three years. I thought seeing my own kind again would feel… new. But my breath caught when I recognized the man at the head of the line. I froze.

The shelves stretched to the ceiling, filled with books that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. I walked slowly between the rows, running my fingers along the shelves until I found the section on werewolf history. I grabbed a few thick books that looked promising and carried them to a quiet corner table near the window. The light was soft there, golden and peaceful. I let out a breath and opened the first book, skimming through chapters on bloodlines, first shifts, pack traditions… stuff I probably should have known already. I’d only read a few pages when someone pulled out the chair across from me.

“You can’t just say that. I know the rules, okay? I know that the Luna has to stay in the pack house with the Alpha. I know that the Luna has to be a part of the blood blond so she can mind-link with everyone. It’s for safety. It’s for power. It’s for whatever other fucked up reason they have come up with, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change that.” “But maybe you can.” Doren motions to me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glare at him. “Roo, you are the first wolf that I have ever met, that I have ever heard of, that has special abilities outside of an alpha. I haven’t ever heard of there being a white wolf alive in over 3 centuries. Everything about you is an excepti

Colin’s pov, Colin clenched his lips around his cigar while carefully counting the coins in front of him. There had been a good profit today, his pack would be happy with the extra bonus. Colin was the alpha of the Irish wolf packs in Ireland. He became rich by gambling in dog races. As a werewolf, he was extremely well at predicting which dog would win. He could sense it somehow. His family was big with 3 brothers, 2 sisters, and his mother. They started with nothing, but their pack quickly grew together with their riches. It only took him 2 years to become the Alpha of all the wolf packs in Ireland.

As soon as I’m done and try to move to the next one, a book falls out from its position, catching my attention before I can move on. It’s a red leather skinned book, looking too ancient compared to the other books hanging in the shelf, almost seeming out of place. I pick it up, sliding it into the empty space it came from and turning away again. Not a second after, it drops off so easily from the same position it had been - this time, falling open. I move to pick it up again, but the image on the page it had suddenly opened to catches my eyes way quickly. A small human-looking woman standing over a very large wolf - I assume it to be a werewolf.

With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf. Continuously, she flipped through each page but saw no name, she got to the last page but saw nothing. Frustrated, Lilia dropped the book next to her with a sigh. Instantly, her eyes caught a written word at the back of the book. With eager eyes, she picked up the book and right before her was the name ADOLPHUS written at the edge of the book. With shocked eyes, Lilia gasped as each piece began to place itself, a great realization hit her hard. She stood up and paced around her room, her heart couldn't accept the truth. The man she encountered might be the ancient werewol

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.