The Edge Of Reason Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

"Isn't it obvious? She thinks she's human, doesn't have a wolf, but for some reason, has special senses. I think being half wolf and half human is the most logical explanation for that." His expression turns thoughtful for a moment, as he ponders on my words. "I guess you have a point. But what if she's not?" "Then we check the rest of them," I lift the books to him. "Something has to make sense." I grab another book, its title stark against the worn leather. "Witchcraft and Werewolves," I read aloud. Adam's eyes widen, and he leans in closer to get a better look at the text. "You think she could be a witch?" he asks, his voice filled with both hope and concern.

As I opened the book, the first thing I saw sent shivers down my spine. It was an awful sight. There was an angry wolf tearing down a fellow werewolf's neck. Blood was everywhere in the pictures. I kept reading through the texts, turning from page to page but nothing was making sense to me about my parents' death. There was a particular rival pack that had an Alpha that had vowed to make sure he got revenge on my pack, years ago. His name wasn't mentioned. I didn't bother to read through his reasons because I was focused on anything related to my parents' death.

Her eyes hold a haunted quality that no nineteen-year-old should have. "How long were you in there?" Sera asks gently. "Three years. Since I was sixteen." Riley's voice is flat. "The Order attacked my pack, killed everyone except me. They wanted to study why some wolves can shift younger than others. I was only twelve when I had my first shift." Sera's heart breaks. "I'm so sorry." "Not your fault." Riley finally looks at her. "Thank you, though. For coming. For not forgetting us." "We didn't know. If we had—"

Maybe he wouldn’t be friends with Nico now. Knowing of his friend’s awkward situation, that last thought, for him, was much more sad than learning about slavery. As he looked up at the ceiling, wondering, he wished he could do more to make the turn of events better for him as well as everyone else. ---------- The next day filled the young man with a subtle excitement that somehow replaced his dreaded feeling of restlessness. It could have been because he had finally turned, releasing that pent-up emotion. This would be his first day as a full-fledged werewolf.

You might find my characters irritating at some point of time but there is the reason for such behaviour which will be revealed over the period of time. To tell the truth, I am extremely addicted to werewolf stories. That's why I decided to give a try on writing a book on werewolves. I don't know whether werewolves are real or myth but if it is actually true, I would trade anything in my power to become one without any second thought. Hope you understood my craze for them. And I warn you that English is not my first language and there might be few mistakes/errors in my book. I apologies for them in advance and I highly welcome your reviews of my book. Feel free to share your thoughts.

"Do you not feel that the ancestors are still watching over us? That the old ways are still alive?" "Yes, but—" Suddenly, more memories flooded my mind. Memories of Rush arguing with the Shaman, imploring her to see reason, to attack and kill the wolves without just cause. Memories of Rush breaking away from his tribe. Memories of him forming Nightshade, the Hunters. Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species.

SIERRA’S POV “Are you ready for your birthday?” I took a glance at my friend, Shelly, who was more excited than I was. My eighteenth birthday will be held in 2 days' time. And I am a bit nervous about what will happen that time. I will shift to a werewolf form and I will be able to meet my wolf. That time also, I might be able to meet my mate. In which I hope there will be Asher, my boyfriend of two years already. He is my first love, and, of course, he is the Alpha’s son, and me, Sierra Marie Finnegan, the Beta’s only daughter. Since it was obvious that Asher and I had a romantic relationship, everyone was expecting that we would be mates. Everyone believes that we are perfect future leader

TRIGGER WARNINGS This story contains elements that may be sensitive to some readers. This includes gore, graphic sexual tension, murder, language, angst, death, and a steamy romance you may have to take a cold shower after reading. Nothing in this story is based on reality and has been created for entertainment purposes only. With that in mind, keep your mental health a priority and enjoy this emotional, spicy werewolf romance... Elodie's POV

I leaned down, kissed her forehead, and forced myself to walk out. The ride home in the taxi felt endless. I stared out the window, the city lights blurring as my thoughts spiraled. How could my father hate me for something I had no control over? Was I truly the reason my mother died? What does it even mean to be a werewolf? Why didn’t anyone tell me? Who am I… really?

" “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, dear. 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?"