Werewolf Heartsong By Dizzy Izzy Novels & Stories

“A werewolf can easily connect with another, each reading the other's mind, an alpha wolf reads mind, has super strength and speed. Then there is a category that has not existed in more than 500 years, Optimus Primal, popularly called the Primal.” “What is that?” Anya asked. “They are at the topmost echelon of the werewolf chain. They have powers beyond your imagination. They can fly, they can control objects, they...” “That can’t be me,” Anya stopped him. She was scared. “Fly?” “Exactly. Well, let's let the topic die down, but you can will your heart to connect and disconnect. So, what ever you do, don’t connect to your crush.” Anya gave him a look.

"Is this his way of punishing me? How could he be so heartless?" "He isn't a human...he is a monsters...!" Izzy curled into a ball on the floor and groaned in pain as her stomach started hurting like hell, before loosing her consciousness. "Aahh..." ******* **********

Together with Elliot, Chris, and Zelda, they embark on a treacherous journey, guided by Thorne towards Sasha's clandestine hideout. Dawn, her eyes shimmering with ancient wisdom, prepares a concoction of potent herbs known for their mystical properties. With practiced hands, she anoints each werewolf, ensuring their bodies are shielded from harm and their spirits fortified against the looming danger that awaits them. The fragrance of the herbs fills the air, mingling with the palpable sense of determination that fuels their collective mission.

I muttered under my breath, shutting the book harder than I meant to. Zack raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I reached for another, a thinner one. The cover nearly tore in my hands, my eyes skimmed quickly, heart thudding. This one spoke of the Moon Goddess and her first chosen wolves born with gifts that could either heal or destroy. Wolves meant to be balance keepers. I swallowed, my wolf stirred inside me at the words, Ella pressing against the surface of my mind. This feels familiar, she whispered. “Find something?” Zack’s voice was low, rumbling in the stillness.

I nodded. “Izzy. You may call me Izzy. And yes. Sorry, I got a little agitated.” she sighed, and the dress returned to normal. The little bits of marble that now dusted the floor were the only sign anything had happened. “That is the coolest wolf power ever!” Persephone exclaimed. Isadora smiled, blushing slightly. “It’s a family gift. My Zoe can do it as well, but she does it with a look. I require touch.” she explained.

Juan asked. While Dizzy looks at Sarz and they keeps silent on her and there is this special look on her face. "I think that this is not the time of all this, this time of condolence is gone, we have to go now!" "So..." Dizzy said as he started transforming to werewolf. "I believe that you have to be strong now!" Dizzy completed as he turns to a werewolf. "No... Please stay away from me, don't harm me, I don't understand why is everyone after my life!" Juan asked as she goes on her knees with her palms together.

i inform "Wow your a witch huh so cool I've never met another supernatural species before" izzy says with a girly squeal "Hi im Isabella black but you can call me izzy I'm also alessandro's aunt, its nice to meet you sage i think we'll make great friends. She says "Hi Izzy I'm Sage harper" sage replies

) He wonders to himself however. 'Boom!' a large explosion goes off sending tree chunks at him. "Wwwwwwwaaaaaarrr!" The wolf cries out as it evades the chunks swiftly. "Haaaaaaaaa, you won't make this easy for me will you.... Huh Jason?" A girl's voice came from behind the destroyed tree. (Clara!) He yelled in his mind his fangs showing hostility towards his childhood friend. The red haired girl stepped up and watched as the wolf ran away again "Even as a werewolf you're still weird" a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again.

The feeling they were more than they appeared would not leave her. She picked up the romance she’d been reading. Dying Room Only—not a sexy title, but the werewolf and vampire heroes in the story were two of her favorites. Actually, the werewolf was her favorite, but she loved the ménage fantasy. Funny, how she loved stories where two sexy men fell in love with the woman. She didn’t even have one. She stared at the cover for a moment, at the wolf standing beside a woman with his amber eyes glowing, and thought of her two wolves. Yawning, she set the book aside. It had been a very long day. Dreams were about all the excitement she could handle tonight.

A profound snarl rose from Brock's chest and he snapped forward with a surge of quality. At the same time, the animal squirmed its other arm out and raised it to strike at Brock's neck, claws trickling that lethal fluid. A streak of fear and outrage tore through Heather. Without realizing she had moved at all, she was back over the stream with a breath of the discuss. It had taken her less than a pulse. Not ceasing to think around it, she raised her right hand towards the thing. Blue-white jolts of warm cleared out her fingers, hitting the animal specifically in the ribcage right where its heart ought to be. The body snapped, the arm that had been balanced over the werewolf flung back onto t