Warewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Ares turned pages to read about breedmates. He wasn’t surprised by the detailed information knowing that the king involved professor Ward in their mission. That would only mean that the man was very competent. The more Ares read the more he felt like this had nothing to do with Corinna. The breedmate information was about female werewolfs, not humans so it couldn’t apply to her sister but as he read about the male part, which also seemed the pages Aria focused on from the places she marked, he felt a strange way.

The fear screaming from her eyes of the unknown would scar my soul for eternity. In a matter of minutes, a lovely white wolf lay in a puddle of blood and plasma. Esme panted heavily. Her eyes were wary but on mine. “You’re okay, Esmerelda.” A noise from the edge of my property made me look past her. The whole pack stood like sentries watching my mate. Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member.

I could tell that she was paying attention because she would occasionally pause in her work and look up at me if I paused. The account of the early days of the war was interesting. I knew that I lived through those events, but reading them like this felt like reading a story. Were the events recorded accurately? I had no real way to know. But why would anyone falsify the records? I paused at one passage that described the state of the Werewolf Territories before the war. Wolves lived in small villages with leaders called alphas. I knew that much. But the book described constant fights for dominance and casual violence towards weaker wolves. And for some reason, that didn't quite feel right.

“You can’t be dying!” Oh, fuck. He found out about Cat. But he looks about, what, twenty-something now? Twenty-three, twenty-five? Damn, I cannot see this ending well for anyone, especially with what Cat has just told me. Fisting the soil in his hands, he growls and looks up, deadly intent all over his scent as his eyes shimmer crimson. Then he shifts into his wolf form, but what I see makes me nearly fall onto my ass in shock. All shifters with Volkov blood have pitch-black wolves, but Creed’s is snow fucking white.

But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two. "I'm going to distract the gray wolf." The Wolf with red fur commands the black Wolf next to him. The Black Wolf received the order and left in Windy's direction. The Red Wolf is alert when sensitively detecting someone approaching. When it turned around, it saw a Wolf with black fur and sharp eyes. The Red Wolf was no longer conservative but somewhat reverent towards the Black Wolf. I thought the Red Wolf was the leader of the assassin group, but it wasn't. Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent.

Pascal furrowed his eyebrows, and the person he remembered was Galore, the vampire with four arms, he is known for killing innocent humans and werewolves. "you will have to forget your past if you want them to be buried there, or else, you will have to fight against Lava once again" Noah warned, Pascal looked at his sweaty palms "I can't, they keep coming on their own" Noah became silent "I won't be able to lord over the vampires if Lava return, I doubt if he will even let me live, I need your help?" Pascal looked at him and snorted coldly "you want me to collaborate with you, that will be a betrayal against the vampires, the vampires have nothing to do with werewolves"

Nueva couldn't understand the language; it looked complicated and old, but the hand-drawn pictures drew her in. The pictures were of werewolves. The first couple of pages had drawings of two large wolf's, one black and one red. She could make out the names Saul and Thiago's amongst the foreign written words. After a few pages, the black wolf lay bloodied on the ground next to a smaller grey wolf. A small pup was sitting next to the lifeless bodies— Painted in the background was a red wolf in blurry faint lines. It was almost like the red wolf was disappearing into a dense fog. Even if she didn't understand the words, the pictures told the sad story, and Nueva sniffled as she looked at the sm

Turns out my wolf is attached to him because he is my mate, a secret we had to keep between us because it was forbidden, and his father would have my head. After many years have passed, we survived a lot together, vampires and werewolves were at war with each other and the humans joined it, the lab I once worked for rebranded themselves as W. I. K. D, killing us and calling it the cleansing. It was a massacre that day, but it was also the perfect diversion to allow us to escape, yes us... I told them about my plan, and they knew... The whole time, "I don't know if it's a good idea," Al complained, "I mean the human world is at war right now, this is our haven right now,"

he said. “Spring,” she said. In the nursery above the kitchen, Caden and Lucas were awake. Nova felt it through the building — not dramatically, just the small warm shift of two people coming into consciousness. She felt the Warden marks activate gently, the gold warmth quiet and steady in the early December morning. Then Ryder stopped writing. He looked at the ceiling. His wolf had lifted its head. “What?” Nova said.

she said and she looked sheepish saying the words erotic but seeing her eyes, I could see how excited she was to talk about the book. "Werewolf?" I just answered. "Yes, ma'am, it's about a possessive and arrogant Alpha whose name is Conrad who became a mate of a low-rank she-wolf...." She explained and I continued listening to her, at first, it was just a normal story, a real fictional novel but the more she was sharing the details between the characters were getting my interest especially when she came to the part where the alpha's mate was trying to resist the pleasure she felt when she was around him. It was the same feeling I had when I'm with Remus.