Werewolf Romance Audiobook Novels & Stories

) 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.

SOFIA The wolf hopped onto the bed and lay there on the mattress. I was reluctant at first since I wasn’t sure if it was really him but those haunting eyes gave him away. His golden eyes stared at me, unwavering. They were whiskey gold mixed with a speck of green. Wordlessly, he closed them again. There was no sign of the beast that was unleashed earlier, he just looked like a harmless big wolf. “Maverick…” I walked closer to the bed, keeping my distance in case he didn’t recognize me. The last thing I needed was a werewolf bite.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

As we walked, the soft thud of our footsteps echoed through the solemn space. Jeremiah, a wise and weathered wolf with a graying muzzle, carried an ancient book in his hands. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. We reached a magnificent wooden table, carved with the same designs, and Jeremiah gently placed the book upon it. "Lyra," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "this book holds the secrets of our pack's legacy, and within its pages lies the tale of the Silver Werewolf." My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the book. "Tell me, Jeremiah," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?"

‘A pile of war strategy books’ to be precise. ‘Could you be any more pathetic and boring? Your fate changes to one filled with luxury and the only thing you can think of is boring books,’ Aria, my coldhearted werewolf chides as I flip through the biography of the first Alpha of the Red Moon Pack even though it is written in ancient Werewolf language and very difficult to read as the alphabets look like runes. “These books are more fun to me than romance books,” I defend with a smile because I feel proud of myself for being able to read such a difficult book with ease, haven taught myself with the materials from the Silver pack when I was much younger.

The creature growled before passing out on the ground, leaving a thud sound. The lady rushed to where his body that slowly transformed back into his human was. “I’m here, my love.” She cooed at him softly, like a mother rocking her baby to sleep. The scene alone made Caierre confused, he stared at them with no emotions in his heart. ‘That’s our mate,’ his wolf, who had never been awakened, said. ‘Push her off our mate’ ‘Mate?’ Caierre scoffed. ‘Spare me the lies’ ‘It’s not a lie, you felt it too’ his wolf pushed back.

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.

hear the ripples of the river. Almost there. My adrenaline is kicking in fast, making me prepared for danger. I can see the river from afar. Finally. Just a little bit more Alice. You'll be tasting your freedom. My leg hits a plank and I fall hard to the ground. Again. "Arghhhh," I yell. The dagger falls away from my grip. I crawl on the ground, searching for it. It's too dark to see it clearly. My body shakes. I fall flat on the ground. What is happening? I grip my head hard to ease the stinging ache. I'm screaming in pain on the ground. Something is happening to me. My screams turn to growls. I feel my bones shift and twist beneath my skin. The pain is excruciating. My muscles bulge and e

However, I heard the same voice once more. "Devon, come with me." I didn't hesitate and began following the voice. When I arrived in the forest, it reminded me of my nightmares. The thing that stunned me the most and caused my heart to stop for a few seconds was seeing the same dead cat pacing around in a circle under a tree and staring at me. I'm not sure how that cat got in here. Then, from behind me, came a hissing voice. As I spun around, my heart pounded in my chest. There was the same golden Werewolf. The Werewolf was moving towards me as I quickly took a few steps back. Though I was terrified as my worst dread came true, I summoned all of my courage and began running away from the Wer

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.