Warewolf Book Novels & Stories

Jay bowed his head and let her run her own half mutilated fingers over his fur before she retracted her hand like it stung. Mj watched the emotion melt in waves over this young woman and her heart broke as she turned away and began moving through the large area, “we need a code for the door,” she began and pointed toward a set of large, wall size double doors at the other end and Jay’s wolf chuffed a few times before he hunkered down on all fours and began galloping toward them. The large werewolf slammed his shoulder and head into the electric keypad, causing it to spark and smoke.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

Dawn II Third Person’s POV The surging waves due to the falling water of the falls rang thunderously on Samel’s ears, the sensitive five sense of a wolf made him frown in his heart. The great black wolf growled lowly in annoyance at the noise as he steadily looked at the black robed man across from him. The space of the cave could barely accommodate Samel’s wolf form, and Venom could only stick to the wall in a defensive posture while warily looking at him. “Who are you? Why are you trespassing on an inhabited cave?”

My wolf stirred beneath my skin, desperate to hunt, to kill, to protect what was ours. The lodge squatted in a clearing like a cancer on the earth. Dark energy pulsed from its walls, wards so thick I could taste them—iron and ash and old blood. But the mate bond was stronger than any ward. It pulled me forward like a golden thread through a labyrinth, showing me the weak points, the gaps Vera hadn't thought to seal because she didn't understand mate bonds weren't just emotional—they were spiritual, unbreakable even by shadow. "Two minutes," Alpha Cross whispered. "Silent entry through the east wall. I take Vera. You get Derek. The others handle the guards."

She sat beside me and showed me what was in front of the books. “Knowledge is a weapon you need to yield in this new life of yours. Make sure to read those books and gain something from it no matter how big or little it would be. Moriah told me about your training and suggested this book for you. As a lady-in-waiting, you will soon engage with high-ranking wolves, some even higher than us. You need to learn to adapt. Make sure to learn how to tame the tides.” I once again looked at the books Lady Aleria had given me, whispering to myself, "Politics."

He had her cornered and looked ready to attack. My mate. Her red fur was just as bright as Tala’s hair. My heart stopped for a second when the red wolf stood on all fours and growled at the much larger brown wolf. He was big, Alpha size, this must be Vargr. “HEY!” I yelled running forward to catch his attention. The brown wolf halted and turned its head towards me. Saliva dripped from his muzzle and the red wolf leaped onto him digging her teeth into his shoulder. He knocked her off with a harsh shake and had the time to give me a wolfish grin before his hind legs came up and kicked the red wolf so hard she hit the wall. The small wolf slumped down the wall and lay there with labored breathi

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

***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.***

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