Novel & Cerita Untouchable Werewolf Novel

Darin frowned at Peter on hearing this but Peter gave him a reassuring smile that he knew what he was doing. “West is a very powerful which under the influence of the most dangerous werewolf, the alpha of the blood moon pack. He is well known to be greedy and treacherous, I believe he wants something of great value from Darin. Peter dear, you don’t want to get involved with him, just steer clear of his path or you would be begging for your life.” Wendy said. “Please, help me find out what West and his werewolf want with Darin. It would help in convincing me.” Peter said.

She still held on, not allowing his Lycan to heal him, keeping the pressure on the windpipe until the last gurgling breath died and he moved no more. She stepped back and sat down, looking up for the first time. Nellie, Wyatt and Earl were all staring at me. I could see Julie’s Lycan on the floor behind Wyatt, her chest splayed open. Wyatt’s jaw was bloody and I assumed he had eaten her heart. I shifted back, standing naked in the ruins of the kitchen. “What now?” I asked, looking down, uncomfortable with them all staring at me. “I’ve never seen a wolf best a Lycan,” Nellie said in awe, ignoring my question.

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.

She couldn't quite grasp what had happened, but one thing pierced her with absolute clarity—that body was no longer me. The sickening smell of decay grew heavier, cutting through the room's perfume. At last, Lily decided she wouldn't wait any longer. It was time to let the "Luna" go. So, when Ryan got back from the Northlands, the first thing he saw upon arriving at the Alpha's estate was Lily and several werewolf attendants closing the coffin. The heavy wooden lid was already halfway shut, its silver-inlaid edges engraved with the Luna's crest. Ryan lunged forward, eyes bloodshot, only to stumble over his own feet and crash heavily against the coffin.

Alex says, bouncing on the guest bed. “Right. Story.” I sit down, realizing I have, like, zero kid books. “What story?” “Mommy tells me about the brave little wolf who saved everyone.” I almost choke. “The wolf?” “He was small but brave, and he saved his family from the bad guys. And he had golden eyes like us.” Lora’s been telling him werewolf stories. Prepping him, but not scaring him. I end up making up something about a young wolf who finds his strength not in fighting, but in protecting those he loves.

His arms tighten around me. "Sleep," he murmurs. "We have the rest of our lives to figure this out." The rest of our lives. That should terrify me. A month ago, I was a broke college student working two jobs, barely making rent. Now I'm married to an Alpha werewolf billionaire. I'm Luna of a three-hundred-member pack. I'm responsible for people I've never met. My entire life changed in the span of a dare and a bite and a contract signed in desperation.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, old wine, and the distinct, coppery tang of werewolf. Every conversation died as we crossed the threshold. Dozens of pairs of eyes, glowing in every shade of predatory gold, green, and red, turned to us. The scrutiny was a physical weight, but I kept my chin high, my hand resting lightly on Kaelen's arm, the picture of serene compliance. A fortress. Give them no cracks. We had only taken a few steps into the cavernous hall when he emerged from the crowd. Alpha Vorian.

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

I’d gotten my revenge. There was no one left to interfere with my matebond with Victor. We could finally start a family, just as we’d always wanted. I could—— ——— ‘What a predictable ending,’ I thought to myself, dropping my phone onto the bed next to me. And to think I’d thought this werewolf web novel would be different. They really got me excited in the first half, believing maybe the storyline would be unique, but it turns out it was just the same as the others. How many of these had I read now? Fifty? A hundred? Did I even care anymore?

Madam Carmilla. The vampire who was untouched by Kyle came into the office and bowed before Ella Trent which he knew as Carmilla. "Why are you the only one back?" She asked as her eyes scanned him from head to toe. "Uhmm...Madam Carmilla, Luke is dead and Chuck ran away after we left the victim's abode. That's why I'm the only one here" He replied "So you mean the victim is still perfectly fine right?" Ella Trent said as her eyes twitched momentarily and the vampire nodded his head.