Vampire And Werewolf Books For Adults Novels & Stories

His voice was childish, but the icy tone sent a shiver down everyone’s spine. Mother. The word, spoken by a child who was clearly a vampire. To a werewolf. The entire pack froze as if turned to stone. “No… it can’t be…” “What did he call her?” “Mother?” “A vampire child called a werewolf ‘Mother’?” “What… what does that mean?” A wave of whispers rose, then died just as quickly. Because a horrifying realization dawned on all of them. If this child called Ember ‘Mother’… then Ember was…

It took a step toward me, then paused, before turning away. My heart raced as I watched the beast disappear into the night. The adrenaline coursing through me was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but follow. It led me to the edge of the French Quarter, where the buildings gave way to the swampy fringe of the city. The moon cast a silver glow over the murky waters, and the air was thick with the scent of decay and life. As I ventured deeper into the shadows, I heard the distant sound of a struggle, the grunts of a fight punctuating the stillness. My instincts screamed at me to stay away, but the book's stories of the werewolves' code of honor and protection spurred me on.

Then- "You still there?" "I’m here,” Dron replies, voice quieter now. "Just trying to process this soap opera of a nightmare. So let me get this straight: You, a vampire who’s never believed in the whole ‘mate’ crap are suddenly bond-tied to a girl who doesn’t know she’s supernatural, and oh, by the way, she’s also bonded to a werewolf?" "Yeah. That about sums it up." "Arc…" he groans. "You live in a CW show."

And right then, Darius's eyes had gone the same way … deep, burning amber-gold and then blazing up from the floor where I had him pinned. Werewolf. Vampire. Both of us exactly what we were, stripped of the performance. Neither of us moved. We stayed there, both breathing hard with our eyes locked…the room around us holding its breath.

Its voice was filled with pure darkness I felt every hair rises along my skin. "Aren't you going to tell me?" it again asked as I felt his cold nose and hot air from its mouth touching my neck. I screamed. "Arrh....," I heard the wolf cry out as if it was in pain moving quickly away from me. My eyes opened terrifyingly and there I saw the grey werewolf lying on the ground covered in blood. He was headless. I remained in the same spot even though he was dead, I still wasn't safe. A larger werewolf than him, a very dark one that looked like night taking the form of an animal until it was time to darken the sky was before me. It was looking down on his own kind it had killed. One of my hands ac

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

His face twisted with a sudden, devastating burst of grief and anger, his eyes rimmed with red as he slammed a fist onto the stone. "I want you to know the weight of your claim, Rose!" the elder got incredibly emotional, his voice cracking with a decade's worth of pain. "We lost so many of us in that war. My lovely husband Julio... your own father, Harold... and many of our loved ones were slaughtered by those beasts! We finally drove the rest of the vampires out of New York City and the surrounding territories so we could co-exist beautifully with the humans. To stand there and say they are back..."

He drinks beer while sharing stories with his friends. Vesper made her way to the second-floor library area. She stared at the mountain of books in front of her. Then she moves her way to the history section, where she pulls out a book titled: Wolves 1900. It shows a summary of the life of werewolves in the 1900s and how they protected themselves against the blood hunters. She got another book titled “Vanishing Wolf, a Memoir” Her eyes start to widen as she reads the book.

She stopped, looking up at the seven years old blonde haired boy who sat in front of her with curious eyes wanting to know more. “A Vampwolf?” He arched his brows. She hummed a positive response. “Are you sure you want to read a book like this, Dwayne?” “Yes mother. Please continue! Please continue!” He pestered. She heaved a sigh. “A Vampwolf. Half-Vampire...Half-Lycan. But stronger than both. A cross breed deadlier than any werewolf or vampire. Werewolf-Vampire hybrids are the mixture of a vampire and a werewolf. They possess the powers of both species, making them twice as powerful. And—“

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of