Werewolf's Heartsong Book Novels & Stories

Her chest tightened as she began to run, the Heart burning hotter in her grip. “Ethan? Alaric?” she called, her voice echoing eerily. No answer, but the shadows grew closer. Suddenly, one of them lunged at her—a massive, wolf-like figure with glowing red eyes. Sasha barely had time to raise her knife, slashing instinctively as it snapped its jaws at her. The creature howled, recoiling into the mist, but she knew there would be more. The forest came alive with growls and movement, the shadows circling her like predators. She pressed her back against a tree, clutching the Heart as if it were her last lifeline.

The Alphas drag the wolves off grappling their arms around their neck and snapping it. “The heart,” Gwen yells and Samson’s eyes glow as his claws come out and he plummets them into the wolf's chest. He yanks and the wolf's eyes go white as it falls to the ground. The rest of them then do the same and they fall to the ground. I see Fusilis shift back and rip the hearts out before shifting at the speed of light back into their hounds. They begin working together as Golden Summit stays in wolf form and Fusilis tears the hearts out because they have impeccable shifting speed. I plunged my hand into the wolf's heart that was snarling in my face. Getting back to my feet and wiping the gore from m

"Remember the plan. We lure Viktor's forces out, then hit them hard and fast. Seraphine, you handle the wards and traps. Harley, you and I will lead the charge." Harley squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with determination. "We’ve got this." Seraphine nodded, her eyes glowing faintly with magic. "Let’s end this." As they advanced, the forest around them seemed to come alive with dark energy. The presence of the Heart of Darkness was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on them. The werewolves moved silently, their senses heightened by the looming threat. --- Viktor stood at the entrance of the temple, his body radiating dark energy. The Heart of Darkness pulsed with power, amplifying his s

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.

Bare feet pounding against dirt, breath tearing from my lungs as panic surged so hard my vision blurred thinking something bad had happened. Behind me, I heard Isabella curse and follow. Please. Please. Please— The healer's den doors burst open just as I reached the clearing where half the pack had already gathered. A healer stumbled out, pale-faced and shaken but clearly excited. And from somewhere deep inside the building— A growl erupted. Low. Violent. Inhuman. My wolf slammed so hard against my chest I nearly collapsed. Because I knew that growl. Aaron.

My heart slammed violently in my chest. I smell different. Of course, he could tell. He was a werewolf. I swallowed nervously. “I… think you have the wrong person.” The moment those words left my lips, something strange happened. A sudden heat spread through my chest. It felt like an invisible thread had snapped right inside me. My breath hitched, not just because of what it meant. But because Tristan felt it too. I saw it in his eyes. His pupils dilated sharply and for one second, his grip loosened.

Zoe picked it up, her heart pounding, and unfolded it, then read. Dear Goddess’s Pet, I know you’ve been searching; I know you’ve found nothing. I am everywhere; I see everything you do.Save your time, this is a gift for the new Luna.: The Book of Life. The origins of werewolves… and more. Your answers lie within. Read it. Zoe’s breath hitched, then her grip tightened on the note as she continued reading. And remember… I want him back. You are the only one who can find him. Fail… and I will kill everyone you love.

The Sivercrest pack helped by members of the Whitefang pack was gaining ground on them killing more and more of their warriors. The war had already gone on for over twenty-four hours and they were all exhausted from the fighting. More wolves soon launch at them and they each take on as much as they can. These wolves looked different and savage with big red eyes and smelled horrible... one of the wolves moves forward growling menacingly at him, he launches for his already bleeding shoulder and tries to bite out a chunk from it which he dodges him and the wolf tumbles to the ground with a big fall, he looked very upset now as he was snarling ferociously at him and with a totally unnoticeable m

The list was either empty, or small, or became too long and therefore absurdly indirect. Kohan made several accents, one of which stood out in particular: Knave. A disgusting wolf who raped me once and intended to rape me a second time, enlisting the support of his friend Nasty and a young she-wolf, whom Boris loved to wring out so much, whose name I did not remember, but who could know what Boris did to me before took him home. Knave and Nanosavy were killed in my presence, but no one knew what became of the she-wolf. Grisha's guys, according to him, did not participate there, leaving that hut right after me and Boris, and the wolves dealt with it.

"Just as they did to the other women, it got to my turn and they did force their beasts on me, taking me one after the other. Hours straight, it was almost like the screams we hwar in hell. While I took my last breath, I sorrowfully watched them eat the heart of the little one they had just tore out of me, before coming for my heart. The fear of it stopped my pounding heart before the massive black wolf could rip it off." A deep sigh dropped out of me while staring at the vengeful soul who had started to turn into a slim woman with a flowing blonde hair. Her porcelain face was silent as the surface of the ocean. She was undoubtedly a beautiful woman. No wonder she was quickly caught by the n