Werewolf Heart Novels & Stories

Because Sevina knew that she could defeat countless armies with just her powers but there was no effective weapon to overcome this emotion she had in her heart. That was the truth... Her heart was the enemy now yet it felt like even if she could really get rid of it or not, she was still going to lose. ------------------------ PRINCE KEVIAN sat on the huge couch inside his quarters, looking deep in his thoughts as he blankly stared at the dance of the flames on the fireplace across the spacious room. He had been troubled by a lot of things all day.

He felt an overwhelming sense of rage and disgust at the dubious nature of this pack. "Well, I changed my mind pup, I won't kill the rest of you, but your Alpha must die. You can as well join him in getting killed if you want". His beta launches for the Alpha but him and Hunter immediately block his imminent attack on their Alpha, they each take hold of the beta's arm and rip them from his body. He growls loudly in pain and slumps. They are immediately surrounded by angry snarling wolves and they each give themselves knowing looks of fighting till the end.

Lightning crackled faintly along Storm’s fur. Orion’s wolf moved like a shadow, fast and silent. Kael shifted beside Rose. His black wolf landed softly on the ground, ice-blue eyes blazing. Rose didn’t hesitate. Fire surged through her chest. Her bones shifted. The transformation rushed through her body like a wave. Her white wolf burst forward into the night. The clearing erupted into chaos. The ancient weapon roared again as the wolves attacked. Storm struck first. Her wolf leapt forward with unnatural speed, electricity crackling along her jaws as she slammed into the creature’s shoulder.

body still refused to yield to her pleas . Her attempt was once again a futile one. Her eyelids had not opened a bit. She was running out of time. Derek kept on roaring like he was going to die. Though she was very afraid, she knew at the same time that she might just be the only way to salvage the whole situation. Her heart broke the moment she heard Derek trying to justify why he killed those people. That chamber had a memory that he could not yet get over. The alpha king needed to be helped. He needed help desperately, most especially at the moment. The sounds of things that had been smashed on the floor kept on tearing the air apart. Yes. This was the right moment to do the needful. She

He lived in a world filled with black and white, without a simple colour that seemed to be calling out to him. It is unbelievable that he is able to show those emotions, that is to show happiness and love once again. The cold, selfless, strong, fearless Prince of the vampires. I remember the day he was transformed into what he is now. I could see him living in quarantine, demolishing all kinds of hindrances in his way. He did not care for humans or his own but deep down everyone could see he was in pain. It was visible to the caring eye that he was a master of loneliness. He relied on driving everyone away but when he met Lara he seemed to have found the other part of his soul. He was happy,

My heart thuds in my chest like a drumbeat as I watch him gear up for his next attack. The werewolf lunges at Beta Wilson. A moment before his claws strike his heart, I throw myself into his path, positioning myself protectively in front of Beta Wilson. I close my eyes tightly, bracing myself for the claws to pierce me.

I paused, the weight of my next words heavy on my tongue. "The hearts of werewolf pups are incredibly powerful. Historically, they were often exploited by malevolent witches to create undetectable drugs that masked their scent. However, I’ve analyzed the drug drain, and it doesn’t resemble the typical concoctions of evil witches; this one is distinctly different." Everything was starting to align—the frequent abductions of children were likely for the purpose of harvesting their hearts. Alpha Dominic and Drew stared at me in disbelief. "Please elaborate," Drew urged. "One crucial aspect of werewolf pups' hearts is that the blood that flows directly from them, when mixed into any drug, effect

The wounds were healing quickly as my knives were not made of silver. We circled each other again. This time I aimed for the heart of the wolf . To kill any werewolf with a weapon that was not made of silver was to aim its heart. The wolf attacked me but I was prepared. I bent my body a little and stabbed the wolf directly in its heart and twisted the knife. The wolf howled in pain. With its body above me I fell backward. Blood was tickling down the wound. Slowly the wolf stopped moving. I felt its pulse slow down. The heart stopped. With a final twist I pulled out the knife. Gush of blood flowed down.With all my strength I threw the dead rogue off me.

“What?” She nodded toward the body. “Earlier, that’s why he healed. That’s why he came back. With werewolves, if you don’t remove the heart, it’s never really over.” I stared at Ben’s chest, what was left of it, and didn’t argue. I knelt down and did it. No hesitation this time. My fingers moved like they already knew what to do. The heart came out slick and heavy, still warm. I tossed it away without looking where it landed.

I watched through her eyes, powerless, as she lunged at the bear. The queen stood tall, raising her claws, a faint glow gathering around her paws, but she was no match for the ruthless precision of the my wolf With a feral snarl, my wolf pounced, sinking her claws deep into the queen’s chest. The bear roared in pain, as the wolf dug mercilessly, retrieving the shimmering crystal lodged inside her heart. The Heartstone wasn’t like the others I’d seen before, it was pure white. My wolf dropped it into the obsidian vase Xareth always carried. And that was when everything changed.