Vampire And Werewolf Book Series Novels & Stories

Aislen’s moan was an invitation for Heath to suck and kiss along the arch of her neck, surrendering to instinct with a growl by closing his teeth on the meat of her shoulder as he reached around to her breast with his free hand. Talen’s eyes flashed red as he opened them, meeting Heath’s with a grin. “Our werewolf is a bit excited,” the vampire observed to Aislen. Heath laughed guiltily as he reluctantly released his teeth’s grip on her shoulder. “Instincts,” he confessed. Aislen shivered. “Do you remember how Rhett knotted inside me, Heath…”

It’s fine, completely normal to have your own undead army. My brain flat-out refuses to process the scene in front of me. I mean, sure, I’ve seen weird things lately… Paige glowing, Paige pulsing magic through our bond, Paige marking Parker without a bite like some kind of celestial tattoo artist… but this? Nine grown-ass wolves who died violently, resurrected, and apparently now swearing fealty? I feel faint, actually faint, but I don’t faint. I doubt my mate will let me even if I wanted to. Parker is frozen beside me, his hand automatically gripping Paige’s waist like he can ground her, or maybe he’s grounding himself. I honestly can’t tell.

The werewolf stumbled back, and she wasted no time—her claws extended, slicing through his chest. Luca fought beside her, his every movement precise and lethal. His blade gleamed under the eerie glow of the ritual’s magic, cutting down enemies with practiced efficiency. Damien was a force of destruction, his raw strength obliterating anything in his path. The three of them moved like a storm, relentless and unstoppable. Despite their strength, the Elders’ forces were formidable. These weren’t ordinary wolves—they were warriors molded by ancient rituals, their skills honed for centuries. Blood pooled on the chamber floor, mixing with the arcane symbols etched into the stone.

I thought bro was dead for real. Peter’s shadow erupted from behind a broken pillar, moving with inhuman speed. “Whatttt” I and Dom exchanged looks. Didn't they die or something? Before Cruz could react, Peter’s fangs sank into him. The look in Cruz’s eyes shifted almost instantly, confusion melting into a horrifying madness. His werewolf instincts battled the vampire influence, but it was futile. He was no longer fully one or the other he was a monstrous hybrid, a creature of pure chaos.

Well, I needed some air. He studied me for a bit longer. "You shouldn't be here. You'll find more than just air in these woods." A shiver ran down my spine, but I squared my shoulders. "You mean the stories? Monsters in the woods, werewolves on the hills, and the whole vampire bullshit?" I gave a laugh. "I don't believe in fairy tale." His head tilted slightly, and I couldn't read the expression that passed his face. "You think they are fairy tales?"

"They're the Thanes. They're supposed to be unstoppable there were last year's winners." I thought for a moment. "How come I'm the only human here?" I asked. Lyra's expression turned serious. "You're right; you can't join the Vampires. They might lose control, especially during the game. The scent of blood drives them wild." She bit her lip. "And the Witches might curse you. The werewolf will are quite overwhelming for you." I smiled mischievously. "Seems like I'm just a spectator," I said. Lyra's eyes widened.

Her eyes are nearly glowing at this point, and then I realize she's locked her gaze on me. Her gaze is so intense that my wolf can't resist being closer to her and lunges forward. I don't have to look at myself to know the amber of my eyes has been replaced with near-black orbs. The telltale sign of my vampiric side—a bolder, more defined red ring—is there. It's jarring for most shifters to see that combination, but she doesn't withdraw...

This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side

Eva watched them from a distance, looking worried. "Then maybe you can lend it to me. I'll read it fast and give it back to you so you can put it on your shelf." He narrowed his eyes. "Do you like to read about monsters?" She nodded, "Yes. It seems like we have the same taste." Angelica wondered why he picked this particular book. She could hear him say the title 'the monster is me' in his dark husky voice. She would have believed him had he said so. Lord Rayven ignored her and went to pay for the book. The seller's eyes widened and his hands trembled slightly as he received his money. A sigh left his lips once Lord Rayven walked out of the shop.

~Miranda Screams. Fear. Bloodshed. Chaos. That day was the darkest day of my clan. It had been predicted by the oracle that a comet will pass over the sky and turn the sun red. A red sun was a vampire's most feared because it always left us powerless, weak and too drained to fight against any danger that would come. It was our weakness. We tried to keep this information a secret but somehow, it had gotten to the werewolves and they chose to attack us on that day.