Werewolf's Heartsong Chapter 9 Novels & Stories

She glanced around, expecting to find a mosquito, but seeing nothing returned to her reading. Liana was so enthralled by the early reader chapter book she was reading that she barely registered the door opening and two men walking in. Her nose twitched a bit when their scents reached her, but she didn’t react. She was reading yet another story about a moonbeam shooting through the dark to help a male werewolf find his mate. This time the girl had been captured by some wildlife conservation people who were holding her captive, not knowing she was a werewolf. They were wanting to relocate her to an area that needed wolves, but didn’t understand how hard it was for her to be away from her pack

His voice cracked. The dream shifted. He saw her again, running through the forest, breath ragged, fear sharp in her eyes. Shadows moved behind her. Hands reached. She stumbled, fell, screamed— Kharl woke with a roar torn from his throat. Pain exploded through his chest, real and blinding. He gasped, clutching at his heart as if he could tear the agony out by force. Sweat soaked his skin. His wolf raged uncontrollably, howling her name again and again, a sound so loud in his head it drowned out everything else.

"When the shield shattered, I thought your mind had broken." Inside the dark room of my mind, I banged my fists against the red chains. Rohan, look at her! It’s not me! Look at the way she’s holding you! Rose didn't hug him back with the desperate warmth I always felt. Instead, her physical arms lazily looped around his shoulders, her fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic pattern against his back. I could feel her internal disgust through our shared nervous system—she absolutely loathed the touch of a werewolf, viewing them as nothing more than feral animals. But she endured it, keeping her voice soft and trembling. "I’m fine, Rohan. Just a little dizzy. The magic just took a toll."

I command, my voice cutting clean through the chaos. My warriors obey instantly. They form a protective arc around me, blades flashing, teeth bared. A wolf lunges from the right—one of Keith’s chiefs—and is intercepted before he can reach me. My warrior tears out his throat with efficient brutality. The metallic scent of blood thickens the air. And beneath it— There. A pulse. Deep. Ancient. Calling to me. The Heart. My lycan stirs, her presence coiling through my mind like silver mist. Closer, she whispers, low and hungry. It beats for us.

I whispered, touching my face. My wolf’s voice hummed in my head. *Change is inevitable. You’re a werewolf with me now. You’re becoming what you were meant to be.* I heaved a heavy sigh as I turned, grabbing a glass of water from the table, but as my fingers closed around it, the glass shattered. Pain sliced through my palm, blood welling up. I groaned, staring at the cut, but then it started to close, the skin knitting together before my eyes. My wolf was healing me faster than ever.

They saw a man with long hairs, large and hairy body was approaching them. He had a dangerously clawed hands. Saliva like substance along with blood was oozing out from the snapping joints. He was screaming and growling, slowly moving towards them. He was scratching his body with his hand. Rosy looked at Drake and said, " Oh! my goodness. His werewolf personality came out now." " He did hear the complete truth about them. We don't know whom he will assume as his enemy and take revenge. What to do now?

(Trigger warning: The last paragraph of this chapter contains violence that could be triggering for some readers) Nora’s POV: I was so lost in my thoughts while walking ahead when I heard a low sneering howl. Before my mind could register it, a loud growl ripped through the silence, almost freaking me out. Though it was loud, but it didn’t have that heaviness. I stood there frozen because the sound did not belong to Orion. My heart started racing like crazy as I scanned the darkness only to find a rogue werewolf standing at some distance.

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

"I grew up alone too. No family. I thought my life had no point. But then I found you — and you gave me a reason to keep going." I refused to accept it. I half-carried, half-dragged him to the Witch's cabin, wild with desperation. The moment I burst through the door, I seized her by the collar, eyes bloodshot, voice cracking. "You're a witch, aren't you? All-powerful, right? Then save him! Save my people! I'll pay whatever you want — anything — just save him!" It was the first time, in all my years in the werewolf world, that I completely broke.

I smirked and lifted my eyes, and the werewolf in front of me gasped, looking at the color of my eyes. Without warning, I put my hand into the werewolf's chest His eyes widened, but before he realized what was happening, I yanked my hand away, tearing his heart out. He immediately collapsed to the ground, and I squeezed the blood from his heart, causing it to stream onto the ground.