Werewolf's Heartsong Book Novels & Stories

In the depth forests far away from the human society they was a area of pack wolves they were called dynasty pack ,this pack was one of the most powerful packs of wolves they were not underestimated mainly because they had strong alphas followed by betas even the omega's knowns as weak and frail were a bit strong in this place you can see strong, beautiful and delicate buildings which didn't lose to buildings of that of humans you can see the werewolves in their human forms,strong, beautiful and handsome this site was busy like a market and everyone was minding their own business that was until a boy about eighteen- nineteen came in the picture.

I was actually worried the knowledge might somehow repel her from me. My mind reeled at the strange twist of events. This could be a stroke of luck. Snuggling next to me was an original vympire that had an original lycanthrope as her protector. Perhaps they knew the answer for Bruce’s situation. Lycanthrope or werewolf, it mattered little to me what to call it. If they could help I needed to make friends with Garth, and quickly.

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.

rips through the air as Mike lands in front of Moira just in time. Mike's heart beats one last time in the vampire's hand before going still...Mike falls to the ground with a soft smile on his face. Scott's body convulses with rage. He rips the rogue's head off with ease. His skin splits, his face morphs, claws rip through his fingertips as he shifts. A giant black wolf that rivals even Alpha's size lunges at the shocked Vampire. Tearing his heart out instantly. Scott's new wolf shields Moira as she cries over Mike's dead body.

It's a strategy he keeps close to his heart- while our pack deals with the troops, we get rid of the actual source of danger. *Break their bones, brother,* I whisper to my wolf. *But never ours,* Silas adds, finishing our secret war cry. One after another, the rogues leave the forest and charge right at us. *This is a trap!* I growl at Silas. It's clear someone set us up, and something tells me it's the doing of the old Silver. My wolf shifts his weight, lowering the front of his body closer to the ground. He'll take off in just a few seconds, breaking through the masses of soon-to-be headless rogues until he finds the actual target.

Werewolf hearts. I recognized them instantly. They looked exactly like the ones we were shown in Pack Biology class. A normal human heart is dense muscle. But a werewolf’s? It’s layered. Hardened like stone around the edges, molten and pulsing at the core, because our lives are tied to the moon and bloodlust. And right now, those hearts were laid out like fancy steak platters. Still beating, barely alive, bound by some twisted vampire magic that kept them pulsing slowly. Like drums of torment.

Their eyes glowed faint blue, and every mouth moved together, spilling out the cursed song like a choir. The sound slammed into me like a wave. My skull throbbed. My vision wavered. My body wanted to fold, to crawl into the pool with them. I closed my eyes, summoning my vampire powers but they didn’t bother. They didn't even glance at me. The song dug deeper, wrapping around my mind like chains. My werewolf claws slid out, biting into the floorboards as I crouched low, refusing to give ground. The sirens shifted, their jade eyes turning towards me in unison. One broke the surface nearest the edge, its slick arm reaching for me. I shot my hand out fast, seizing around the neck before it could

He ignored it and dung his right hard into the human heart. She coughed out blood before giving up the ghost "So warm" he whispered. Tearing the organ softly in his mouth,his scarlet red eyes were filled with joy "You disgust me" she said stepping into the light. "You're here? Have a bite. It's delicious. So warm, soft and tender. This is better than any damn food! Werewolves needs a humans flesh. It's much better "he rasped with bloodthirstiness. "Tch!" He smiled coyly and then devoured the heart in a haste

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

Is she even exist? It’s been ages I am looking for her! But seems like she hasn’t landed on the planet yet..hahaha Torpedo was walking in his zone when he observed a girl who was being attacked by three vampires. Although she was fighting great, one vampire jumped on her and was going to attack her. The torpedo couldn’t stay back and turn to his werewolf form. He howled loudly and jump in between the girl and the vampires while taking the damn vampire off her. He beat the one who was attacking her and howled at him angrily that all the vampires got scared and vanished like a coward.