Werewolf Heart Novels & Stories

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

I just smiled at them. After dinner, I put the twins on their beds. When I knew the twins were already asleep, I went back to my room. I sit on the balcony to look at Rosh's training. I was searching online about werewolves. I need to know about their kind. I need to prepare myself for my future with Rosh. I was into reading online and I didn't notice the Rosh was already at my back. "Werewolf and Human Love story." Rosh read on my search engine.

Teresa said. "Then it better go back to sleep cause I don't want it. I don't wanna be a blood sucking beast. I don't wanna hurt weak people and damage them. I don't wanna be a heartless monster who thinks of power only." The tears finally slipped down his cheeks as the images of the people who hurt him the most pop up in his mind. "Once your wolf is awake, I'm afraid it can never go back to sleep. I can feel your wolf." she got closer to him placing a hand on his heart and shutting her eyes. "I love you Ethan and I want you to love yourself just like I do."

They both stood in front of the gravestone and Minx stood for a while reminiscing on how good he was to her. "Your grandfather was the first person to accept me into the Oscar family, I was a wolf-blood witch pregnant for his son, the next alpha and he never treated me like an outcast instead he accepted me without judging my roots," she said with a nostalgic look on her face. "Do you know how they bury werewolves?" Minx asked Jordan. "No I don't" he answered after pausing for some time to understand why she asked him. "They separate the heart from the body, the heart is buried and the body is burned," she said in a low voice still staring at Seth's grave.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

The frantic pounding of my heart grows ever so violently against my chest. I can feel the frigid warmth of their body heat ricocheting through me; like an ironic joke compared to the ice-cold shiver consuming my entire body. I can’t move, I can’t think, and I can’t breathe. Like I'm stuck, paralyzed from the head down. Could it be the wolf shifter from 7 years ago? Is this really my last day? But even if so, I decide I will not go down without a fight.

And love had chosen them back. The curse was gone. The packs were whole. And in Elara’s womb, a new heartbeat answered the dawn. The werewolf’s bride had become the werewolf’s mother. And the story, after so much blood, so much darkness, finally found its light.

Hearing him say that, she suddenly averted her gaze from staring at him. She shyly waved her hand to start a conversation: "Can your eyes change color?" "Why do you know?" She did not hide it: "Actually last night I saw your eyes were red." Last night he thought she was unconscious, and probably wouldn't remember anything. But he guessed wrong, she did not lose consciousness but still remembered everything clearly. Because he is a werewolf, when he walks out in the dark, his eyes will turn red. It seems that she has doubts about his identity. She already knew anyway, he shrugged: "Just as you thought."

He enjoyed the attention. “I’m tired of keeping the boy in the dark,” I said. “It’s for his own safety. Zach, there are werewolves and vampires in this town. Rafael is a blood sucking vampire.” Rafael’s face changed, veins lining the skin below his lower eyelids became visible, gray-ish under pale skin. He opened his mouth wide, flashing long sharp fangs at me. Hannah screamed, standing and pulling Zach into her arms. She staggered back and made him stand behind her.

Without one, some werewolves really would suffer to death. If only there were a male werewolf around. Annoyed, I glanced around and paused. There was a cave hidden deep within the pool, where its entrance faintly glowed gold. Could that be Moonshine Heart? And inside was… Holding my breath, I swam inside where, atop a stone pillar, curled a Golden Lycan far larger and more impressive than any I’d ever seen—a perfect specimen of our race. However, his eyes were closed. I didn’t dare make a sound. I landed beside him carefully, my body trembling as I pulled out the moonpetal pollen and placed it near his nose. Unfortunately, standing so close only worsened the heat tearing through me.