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Of Trent and the other wolf, there was no sign. Did they still follow? Had Roderick's pets caught them? As twilight gave way to night, she trembled as she wondered how long they had until the vampire himself found them. I don't want to think about Roderick. Not when escape finally seemed a possibility. She focused instead on the man carrying her. While he didn't inspire the same kind of tingle Darren and Trent had, she still felt something, a little shock more along the lines of that she'd experienced with David. It was totally weird. In the past, her boyfriends had never given her electric shocks when they touched. Could the odd sensation have to do with their wolf status? A weird kind of p

I was no better than anyone else at the table, and neither was anyone else. Rolph chuckled in disbelief. "Is that right?" Elias nodded. "Yes, but I don't like to brag." Elias leaned forward. "So, tell us about yours and Kalyssa's people." "Well, we were descended from the Vikings," Rolph began. "There were witches and wizards among us on the ships. But when we arrived, we encountered wolf-shifters indigenous to Alaska. Soon, our people found Mates among the people, and the Witch-Wolf Hybrid Shifters emerged." He took a sip of his wine. "I am the Alpha of The Winterborn Pack and from a long line of Royals, as well. I wanted to take a Mate of Royal blood, as well. When I heard of Kalyssa, I kn

This had to be the longest I'd spoken since I became human and it was funny that the person who broke my silence was Motty, a true mouther in the making, albeit a smart one although what he was currently saying wasn't an answer to my questions. "One cannot choose. A wolf and a man, or A werewolf. Read the mythologies surrounding those species." He stood up, towering over me and he hazed down at my phone. "And maybe, don't smile at your phone like you're actually chatting with someone. It's G****e, the whole world's information whore. You make the mistake of thinking you're all he has." He winked at me and then turned around, walking back the way he came.

The alpha king glared at him. " You dare stand before me and speak of my death. Do you know what this place is? This was where I killed the old lady. Sophia witnessed it and ran. This place was where you had your first meeting to dethrone me. " He paused and smiled. " And this is where I will start clipping your wings. I let you fly too high. " " What?" Ruckus smiled. " Try and see." " Do you know how strong a werewolf can become after killing?" The alpha king released his claws and started walking to the oak tree.

UNKNOWN “That stupid brother of mine and his stupid games, he wanted them than he can host them. I’m not his fucking assistant he can boss around.” I groan to myself. I really wasn’t feeling the whole ‘look and act nice’ thing we had to hold up, but I guess you don’t get to choose what you like when you are forced to move due to war. The European Council of Werewolves agreed to give us this big piece of land in the south of Spain in exchange for my brothers’ expertise in the extermination of vampires and his promise to host the European Wolf Games until he finds his Mate.

It's really a sweet, romantic and funny story showcasing strong bond between friends. Other than that, if you are interested in reading elemental and supernatural kind of stories, I will highly recommend book named 'Vein on Ice, Hearts on Fire' and it is also a complete book available on GoodNovel. It is one of my favorite books with a lot of humor, romance and emotions. The Author is really polite and friendly. I am hundred percent sure once you start reading it, you will be hooked. Also, currently, I am working on another story named, 'Werewolf King, Please don't marry me!' It is also a werewolf book but completely different from this one with a lot of humor and plot twists. (P.S. I am try

A power I didn’t even fully understand how to use. Not wanting to interact with anyone, I headed to Viktor's room. I didn't find him by looking in his room. I smelled him. Like... like burnt meat, a strange smell that lingered, strong. Of rotting blood, metallic. Along with the antiseptic used in medical operations, I felt cold. As if a hole had opened up and sucked all the warmth from me. An empty, gray, miserable, endless winter. There was a healer keeping a group of werewolves away from him, more and more agitated, whispering fiercely, desperately.

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

Was someone trying to tell me something? I picked up the opened book and studied the page. It was written by a woman in Australia who claimed to have been in contact with a pack of werewolves who’d allowed her to study them. I remembered how a good deal of it had sounded so farfetched that I’d closed the book with disdain. Now, after having dealt with and dissected one of those vile creatures, I re-read the pages with more interest and a far more opened mind. After leaning against my desk and reading a few more pages, I decided to pick up the rest of the mess that was caused by Max and my little sex tryst and then take the book upstairs with me. I was craving a sandwich and a glass of wi

My eyes landed on the dedication page. ‘Dedicated to my Mate, Juliana.’ I traced the letters with a small smile. Love was truly a powerful thing. I turned the page, and the tone of the book shifted instantly: This book is written for all, Human and Werewolf. My name is Alexander Volkov.