Throne Of Wolves. Novels & Stories

I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience of writing this series. The main character in Desire for thirst is the werewolf which murdered my mom. For every novel, I make some particular things to specify from each book like the manner of killing. Likewise, the manner I used in Desire for thirst is man in Balck clothing slashing his victims throat after cutting out their tongue. i got shocked after seeing the similar manner of killing in the news. Was it only a coincidence or... i couldn't even come up with any ways to thi

He might feel love if you allow him to know you too well and that is very dangerous in our kind.” “It can’t be too dangerous. There are mixed couples.” 111 Laurann Dohner “Yes, but the males would kill anyone who touched one of their mates. You met Tammy and Valiant. He doesn’t like other males to look at her. She willingly submits to him and has given herself to him totally but they share love. Valiant would tear someone apart with his bare hands if he thought she was threatened, Jessie. That is the

"For the older generation, this means nothing to you. However, we have many new members who aren't familiar with their wolves yet. Thus, they've never experienced a full moon, which makes them a threat to all of us." "Do we kill when we lose control?" Someone shouted out from the crowd. Axil nodded gravely. "You'd do anything once your emotions are heightened to their peak. It's hard for you to differentiate between foe and friends." "So, what do we do?" "We'll need to find somewhere that could hold a thousand raging wolves...." Axil trailed off as his eyes clouded in contemplation. “Is there any place that anyone knows that could barricade wolves? It must be a concrete building with thick w

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

“She’s only eighteen. Your daughter. Your blood…” “That’s exactly the problem.” The words came from High Councilor Theron. Flat. Certain. The room went quiet. “The prophecy says the one who unites the wolves will come from our bloodline,” Theron continued. “If it’s her, then every Black Wolf pack, every fringe clan, every discontented mutt in the empire will follow her.” He pushed back from the table and stood. “She becomes a banner. A rallying cry.” No one spoke for a moment.

“Oh, you can talk. That's great. Wow…uhm…my name is Tana. Actually, Thomasina, but it's not the 80s anymore, nobody uses that…” I watched as she continued talking and giggling. She might look strange, but it didn't seem like she would hurt me. My body began to relax. “I'm sorry, I've been babbling non-stop.” she laughed. “So Eloise, how did you get to Thornwood? Were you chased by a Hollowborn?” her face turned serious as she said the last word. The only word I understood was Thornwood. It was where all the werewolves lived. I've studied the map of Thornwood several times with Mae in the library that I had every place committed to memory.

The creature screamed, a sound that was too human and too wrong at the same time and lashed out blindly. One of its paws caught Thorne across the chest and sent him flying into the wall with a sickening crunch, but he was already pushing back up because Blackthorn wolves did not stay down when their Alpha fought. I felt Lyra moving closer despite her mother’s grip and I wanted to shout at her to stay back, but I could not spare the breath.

Ash. His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon? Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind