Warewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Poor Alpha werewolf, bet he never thought he would be submitting to a human. NO ACTION REALLY IN THIS CHAPTER, BUT IT IS PACKED WITH INFORMATION. IT'S GOOD TO HAVE INFORMATION CHAPTERS. IT ADDS DEPTH TO STORIES. SO NO COMPLAINING LOL JK. COMPLAIN IF YOU WANT.

Chapter Eight: Bonds of Blood Crystal point of view The moment the wave of power exploded from me, everything around us seemed to freeze in the thin air. The harsh light from my energy bathed the forest in an eerie glow, and I could hear nothing but the faint crackle of power still coursing through me like a river flowing water. For the first time, the wolves hesitated. Their snarls were replaced with uncertainty, their eyes wide with something I hadn’t seen before or even gotten from them before;fear.

I have decided to enter new goodnovel alpha contest! Here is the intro of my new story 'Dominant Alpha's Delicate Love' . Check it out on GoodNovel! <3 Anna has lived in the shadows of abuse her whole life. Being the lowest rank in the werewolf world, Omega, she doesn't even have the courage to fight back. But when the son of the alpha tries to force himself upon her in the middle of a rainy night, the roar of a beast shook the hearts of everyone.

Though the air bore only coldness and the ground was almost frozen once more, they glittered with the gift of each nascent ray. It was something you never really got used to—after all, ordinary werewolves weren't as big as the three, and seeing a rare creature like a warrior wolf was out of the question. Even Pearl was impressed with them when she looked their way. The men and women halt in their tracks, backing up just slightly to make way for the three not-so-ordinary wolves who circle their every step. Rumbling growls tear from the wolves’ throats each time they pass someone.

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

Like someone had placed it there for me to find. My fingers curled around the book. I lifted it slowly, carefully opening the cover. There was no title. Just brittle pages covered in faded script and lunar markings. Symbols I didn’t recognise. In the middle of the book, tucked between a page of symbols and another of warnings, I saw it. A story of a wolf with a soul that refused to leave the world of the living. It told of a warrior who died in battle, his body cold, his mate devastated. But she didn’t let go.

Lya The book I had found on my bed was interesting, to say the least. It had been wrapped in an old cloth, and the warmth under my skin when I skimmed my hand over the cover confirmed it was embossed with silver. Given it seemed to be a book about werewolves, and we had a sensitivity to silver, that was a peculiar choice. I wondered if it was filled with information they didn’t want just anyone reading. I hadn’t gotten much into the book - just the introduction of the Wulver Pack, its location, and when it came into existence - when there was a knock on the door. I went over to open it, not at all surprised that Oliver was on the other side.

“Come here.” Lucien pulled me into a warm hug. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. I was no longer the broken girl who didn’t have a wolf. My father’s death had ended the war, but my mother’s confession had given me back my power. I couldn’t wait to meet my wolf. I couldn’t wait to navigate my new life with the absolute love of my life by my side. ~~~~~~ Thank you for reading until the end. <3.

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)