Theo And Ayla Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

I love all my readers and I want to do better for all of you. But hey, I have another book coming up. It's a YA/ Teen Romance this time, only you'll find werewolves running the school campus in this new world I created. You can search it up on Goodnovel and just type in "ALPHA HUNTER". Oh, it's a world where only a few hybrids are found too. Let me know your thoughts in the comments, and don't hesitate to leave gems, if you'd like. ;) See you on my next adventure with Ava and Hunter! Best, Alora~

The air in his lungs feels to be less painful as the wolf drags in a sharp intake. When I felt that he was all healed, I retracted my hand and peeled my eyes open. The wolf looks at me, yellow eyes wide with shock. I lift my eyes to the she wolf, furrowing my brows in confusion when she looks at me with the same emotion as her mate. Did I do something wrong? "Perhaps you turned his dick into a vagina?" Ayla suggested. "Ayla shut up." I grumble inwardly as nearly teleported away from the she wolf and her mate when she starts to tear up again.

“I also find the fact that your bleeding now to be quite pleasing as well. Your blood is so sweet, almost begging me to let it flow freely. But not yet, my little omega, so fear not.” He stood up then and began to circle me before continuing. “You see, as I was saying before, I am destined to be with a woman whose eyes glow purple when she’s casting magic. I know not when she will enter my life, or where I might find her, only that it will happen one day. You are not a wielder of magic, are you, Ayla?” “No, your majesty,” I all but whispered. “I’m a Werewolf.”

And after a while we had crossed the packhouse area as we stood on the huge bridge that was a connecting link between our somewhat modernized town and the deep forest which was our real habitat. We stood there for a while, silently taking in the sounds of literally nothing but water. Even though we both hadn't shifted yet, and didn't have much strong senses of sounds and scents; we admired nature equally. It was something that made us closer even though we belonged to different levels. She was an Alpha and I, Ayla, just an Omega. Alright, let me get into this a little, since I can't see you all die in curiosity…

He was too strong though, and merely managed to pin my hands above my head as he slowly pulled my shorts down my legs, licking his lips in apprehension. “Ayla, I could really use your help right now,” I almost pleaded with the nervous wolf. Wilson's fingers pulled my underwear aside and brushed against me, roughly seeking out my core. Ayla was my only hope at this point, my strength was no match for his. And then it happened. One moment he was freeing his dick from his pants and the next he was clutching his throat as Ayla took control, shifting in the blink of an eye before she grabbed his throat and tore a chunk out of it.

“We were attacked by rogues, a lot of them. They normally don’t coordinate like a pack does. Anyway, they had all of those who graduated trapped against the edge of the falls. We tried to get you out of there but you were thrown over the falls. Warlocks showed up and froze the water over. You ended up underneath the ice and almost drowned.” “Is everyone okay?” “We lost some wolves but we pushed the enemy back and killed most of them.” I can help it as stray tear leaves my eye. Lives were lost protecting me and then suddenly I remember. “I met the moon goddess while I was asleep!” “You what?” “I met her Nico and she told me she gifted me a wolf spirit. I have a wolf!” “Wait, so you are a trib

I'm very proud of her. Lycaon continued to look suspicious. - It was a source of pride for me because it just proves how perfect she is. – Ayla smiles. She is the only priest of all the covens in the world who is not a pure witch. She is a hybrid, between a witch and a werewolf. Lycaon opens his eyes and mouth wide and looks between the two women. - If your destiny is to die soon, I think you deserve to meet my daughter. Lycaon falls on his ass onto the chair that was fortunately behind his back.

“And the cologne.” “Yes.” “He never wore that much.” “No.” Ayla said quietly, “I noticed before Lucas did.” Selene turned to her properly at that, and for the first time some of the old dismissive edge with which she had once regarded Ayla was gone. In its place was something warier and more interested. “How?” Ayla opened her mouth, but I answered first. “She has ancient wolf blood in her.” Both of them looked at me.

I didn’t want to lose my temper with my wolf; none of this was her fault. “Yes, we did merge with Alune on the night of the fight, but that doesn’t mean she has yet transitioned to our plane. She Is an ethereal beaning Ayla; her realm is different to ours,” Bria stated, but I knew she would have to explain it better and slower for me; it was like I needed a guide to the Exalted for dummies handbook or something.

Mom tells me, and we hug again. “I will go to town today, find a dress for the moon ball. So I have it done.” I tell her. “You be safe, okay?” She always worries when I leave the pack. “I will, I promise,” I promise, I tell her before I leave the house. - My name is Ayla, and I am twenty years old. I live in the supernatural world with werewolves. My Dad, Thomas, is the Beta, the Alpha’s right hand, the second in command. My Mom was the same when Luna was still alive. Now she works together with the Gamma's mate and plans all the official events when the Alpha needs them to. William is their Son, and he is next in line, first Beta. He never liked me and always told me I didn’t belong here.