Werewolf Heartsong Novels & Stories

I wasn't prepared for the fact that the sight of his cock would make my mouth water and that the size of his cock would make my thighs tighten together involuntarily in response to the concept of how massive it must be. I really want him to be able to see me. I hope he feels me, smells me. And I really, really hope that the weird attraction that we share is driving him as crazy with need as it is driving me. An acolyte, who is a thrall that has been schooled in our rituals and ceremonies, moves forward with a shallow silver dish that is holding a glittering human heart. It's necessary for the change, and it's how Lycaon got turned into a wolf in the first place: he pissed off Zeus by giving

Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, imposing wolves with eyes that glowed like stars. “Who… who are you?” Rhea asked, her voice trembling. One of the wolves stepped forward, its voice echoing in her mind. “We are the first. The guardians of the Heart.” Rhea’s breath caught. “Why are you showing me this?” “The Heart of the Moon is not just power,” the wolf said. “It is balance. If it falls into the wrong hands, the world will burn.” The vision shifted, showing images of destruction—forests ablaze, rivers running red, and shadows consuming the land.

I’m holding myself ramrod stiff. I hear her deep sigh as she moves away. I exhale in relief, but I’m also disappointed. As a Werewolf, I have slept with a fair number of females from my pack. When they’re in heat, it’s almost impossible to refuse them, and the truth is, I have never wanted to refuse any of them.

he said, not through his voice, but through some kind of telepathy that he didn’t know he could use until now. Nico knew that he should get his friend off him. But how could he not struggle when he was also secretly enjoying the strong rhythm of the heartbeat closest to him? Goodness, if he let himself get horny, he would have rolled his eyes back in pleasure right now. But no, this was his friend, not some mindless thrall that he could play with as he pleased. “Hey man, stop it!” he said as he made an effort to push the man-wolf back. The werewolf was certainly stronger than him, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t do anything. “Get a hold of yourself!”

"Right, so here's the next part. I can't explain to you what exactly it is. Some people think it's the Goddess.. Others think it's your ancestors, those connected to the pack. There are a lot of theories about this. But, one thing we do know for certain is that we all hear a song for the first time. That's why it's called the Calling. Now, I want you to focus, Ayda, and center yourself. Ignore me, ignore the sounds of the hares rustling in the undergrowth over there, even ignore your breathing. I want you to focus on your heartbeat. Close your eyes if you have to. Sometimes that helps." I did as she asked of me, and I tried to focus. I felt silly standing there, eyes closed, naked in knee-de

Melonie's face lit up with a radiant smile, her eyes glowing, ears and fangs popping, and her hands and body blazing with fire As the werewolf rushes towards us to attack, Melonie broke off the chains easily and scooped out the heart of the werewolf from his chest, leaving him without a heart. Collasping to the cold floor, he burnt away. A soft smile spread across my face, “So it's true…” I murmured, “I control you.”

Lavinia had departed, her presence now among the werewolves outside. Karina's grip tightened on the bedsheet beneath her as another wave of pain surged through her. Natalia adjusted her medical equipment, ready to assist in the process. Selena held Karina's hand firmly, her eyes filled with empathy and reassurance. Zayn was standing a bit farther, giving Karina the space she needed while his face displayed a mix of worry and determination. Suddenly, the room seemed to vibrate with a primal energy. A resonating roar, not of agony but of power, reverberated through the air. It was the unmistakable call of the werewolves, united in purpose and strength.

Seraphina said softly, stepping in front of both Alphas. She simply raised her left hand, flexing her fingers. The combined power of the Fourth and Fifth Moon Hearts flared from her palm, unleashing a massive, sweeping wave of violet-silver starlight that washed over the charging berserkers like a tidal wave. The moment the celestial light touched the corrupted wolves, they did not scream in agony or burst into flames. Instead, the sickening black fluid veins running through their skin instantly dissolved. The dark red glow in their eyes faded into clear, amber brown as the dark thrall was violently purged from their bodies.

I struggled to my feet, panicked. Behind her, more wolves appeared, as if she commanded them. They all howled at once to the moon, a deep, piercing chorus that made my heart seize. I scanned desperately for Martin, praying he was near. Then I saw him—a wolf with pitch-black fur and golden-brown eyes. Relief flickered, but then reality crushed it. He stood among Tara’s pack, making no move to come to me. His gaze passed over me as though I were a stranger. Tears burned my cheeks, streaming so fast and hard I feared my skin would hold the marks forever.

And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Xareth stood, bloodied but triumphant, while the witch fell to her knees, a thin line of black blood tracing down her mouth. He had won. But as I looked around at the witches who still stood, unfazed and watching with lifeless patience, I realized something chilling: This was only the beginning. “Get me the Heartstone,” Xareth said coldly. I didn’t question it. I shifted, bones cracking, fur tearing through skin, and my wolf surged forward. She leapt at the old witch’s chest, her claws slicing through the brittle fabric of time and skin, her claws sinking into the exact spot where the pulsing energy resided.