Werewolf Heartsong Novels & Stories

I am older, but I am weak and useless to them. I may be all of those things, but I am not stupid and I most certainly do not give up just easily. If I cannot get the recognition that I wanted and deserved alone, then I am dragging someone into this. And I am not the least bit conscientious. Eliana Deere, daughter of the admired by many Boss R, the one and only heiress to the throne, you will be mine. And you will make me the most successful pack leader in all of the vampire history.

He said entering the room, his eyes circling the whole corner of the house with his watchful eyes. “Please be seated” I signaled him to the couch. “Of course. Why don’t you sit too? You need rest after being extremely nervous.” He responded. Damn, I almost had forgotten that he was a werewolf and he can easily earshot my heartbeat. And at the moment, my heart was racing so badly. “Yes, I was quite excited to meet you and now, I am very nervous, you know. Getting to meet a great guy in the Amber City is a big honor to me.” I said trying to match the situation.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

The faces of the frozen wolves passed by, their silent screams echoing through the very air, a chilling testament to the Heartstone's perversion. I felt their despair, their life force stolen, a sickening emptiness that threatened to seep into my own soul. But I pushed it back, focusing on Olivia, on the life force she represented. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we reached the Heartstone. It pulsed with a sickly green light, veins of black, corrupted energy pulsing beneath its crystalline surface, feeding the ice that held the wolves captive. It was a monstrous, beautiful thing, a power source twisted to malevolent ends.

I reflected silently upon this as I made contact with the spirit residing within the Werewolf Lycan's Heart. I gazed upon the Werewolf Lycan's Heart, a sight far more enigmatic than any I had witnessed before. It defied shape or size, an immense entity that defied imagination and description. It appeared as an abomination, a grotesque presence that filled me with unease. This iteration was even more formidable than the one Ramirez, my mate, had battled many months prior. It exuded an aura of dread and darkness, its crimson eyes glowing ominously. "What do you seek from me?" I inquired, addressing the beast that stood before me.

"What do you want to ask me?" He gled at my face and then said, "Sarah, since you work for my brother, you must know who he is, right?". "Yeah, a werewolf." I responded.. "But a cursed one, do you not know?". The look on his face darkened. His questions came off as suspicious, but despite that, I still answered him. "He told me... Is there anything else you want to know?".I did a dramatic pause before continuing... "Yeah, do you mind if I take a strain of your head?".He paused after his ridiculous request...

After that her lips smiled sharply displaying her canine teeth. She was not satisfied, so her fingers tore through the Luna's stomach until she reached Luna Cery's wolf heart. "Yesterday you took my mommy's heart. Now I offer your heart to your pack, Luna Cery!" And so with a laugh the alpha female threw Luna Cery's heart at the stigma pack. As the heart was in the air several hungry wolves immediately scrambled to get the heart of the pack lord's wife. Seeing them fighting each other, the alpha female's laughter sounded even more terrifying. While Rhena cried in anguish, the two heads of those closest to her flew away so easily.

He tries to hold in his wimpers but he fails and their music to my ears. "You should never have treated my mate like you did but you did and now you will pay the price for it." Before he can spill any more bullshit I punch into his chest and wrap my hand around his heart and start to move it around while I feel it beating in the palm of my hand. This action is extremely painful for a werewolf and Rowan's cry of agony is music to my ears. I let this go on for several minutes before pulling hard and ripping his heart out. His body immediately slumps and while he didn't suffer half as much as I would have liked, he's gone and Bonnie's free of him and that's all that matters.

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.

Her body thrashed against his hands to get away but her every attempt was futile against his wolf. "Here." She heard his wolf's voice inside her head, "You love to tease me, my bitch? Now take what I give you. This is what you deserve. Now thrash against me more because it makes me much more hard. Scream until your throat dries but I will not stop until I am satisfied." She kept struggling to get free but Vishous’ wolf was stronger than any werewolf she had ever come across. His monster dick kept slamming inside her warmth continuously. Fucking her so hard that her body was colliding with the wall with a loud thumping voice.