Werewolf:complete Series Novels & Stories

“I, Liam Moon Black, King of the werewolves and Alpha of The Royal Moon Pack, Offer you Laura Perl, a place in the pack, As a member and family.” “I, Laura Perl, accept the kind offer from Liam Moon Black, My king, and Alpha of The Royal Moon Pack, and promise to follow the pack laws and rules and also to protect the pack as my family.” With the words said, I can feel the pressure of a bond trying to be made.

***Amira's POV Gabriel Kosta, my father's enemy had invaded and attacked, killing my father. If he's smart he'll want to kill me too. I run, heading towards my hidden weapons as I hear the sounds of my pack fighting again. 'No!' I growl though our link. We've already lost most of our fighters. 'You want us to submit?'Beta Kindley asks. I can't let the other continue to die when I don't see a way out myself. Somehow Kosta had turned over a hundred rogue werewolves into a pack. Rogues don't usually have a pack.

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

The Sivercrest pack helped by members of the Whitefang pack was gaining ground on them killing more and more of their warriors. The war had already gone on for over twenty-four hours and they were all exhausted from the fighting. More wolves soon launch at them and they each take on as much as they can. These wolves looked different and savage with big red eyes and smelled horrible... one of the wolves moves forward growling menacingly at him, he launches for his already bleeding shoulder and tries to bite out a chunk from it which he dodges him and the wolf tumbles to the ground with a big fall, he looked very upset now as he was snarling ferociously at him and with a totally unnoticeable m

"If there's one or any shard, there are more. And if the humans are looking for a way to 'purify' us, they've just now found the perfect catalyst." "We need to destroy it," Killian said. "No," I said, closing the box. "We need to better understand it. If I'm just a woman now, I need to know how to fight the things that magic can't touch." I spent the rest of the day in the library, and pour over ancient texts about the first contact between humans and werewolves. However the history was bloodier than I had imagined. It wasn't just a war of territory; it was a war of essence. The humans feared what they couldn't control, and the wolves despised what they couldn't eat.

She said, "It will tell you the basic things you need to know about werewolves and Lycans." I scoffed. "Basic things? This whole gigantic book will tell me only the basic things." "Darling, it would take you several years of your life to know more complicated things about our nature." "I don't think there's a need to study any of this, I actually think that watching a new werewolf series would inform me of everything I need to know about werewolves." She laughed shortly. "Like I had said the first day I had met you, the younger generation is way too dumb for my liking, but your dumbness surmounts most of your generation, and somehow seems to be amusing to me."

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

Curious, I pick up the top one, and instantly feel my eyes begin to water. "The Comprehensive Guide to Werewolf History," I read aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. I flip through the others: "Global Pack Atlas: Locations and Territories," "Lycanthrope Biology: An In-Depth Study," "The Social Structures of Werewolf Packs," "Lunar Cycles and Their Effects on Werewolf Physiology," there are many others in the stack.

They knew that there would always be challenges ahead, but they were ready to face them, as long as they had each other. **Epilogue** Two years had passed since the virus had threatened to destroy the werewolf pack. Jenna and Roberto, now reunited, stood on the porch of their cozy cabin, watching their two children play in the yard. Their son, Lucas, was a rambunctious toddler, full of energy and curiosity, while their daughter, Aria, was a sweet and gentle soul, with a smile that could light up the darkest room. Jenna and Roberto had rebuilt their lives together, stronger and more in love than ever. They had faced their challenges head-on, and had come out victorious. The pack was thriving