Werewolf's Heartsong Full Book Novels & Stories

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.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

"Kill the woman. Leave the two alive. We need them to show their pack that it's not good to be under people's tails." Steven and Mavin quickly shielded themselves from me. "Sunny Clyde, I am very sorry about this." Mavin said, and I saw him transformed into a big wolf, too! I immediately walked backward. The other wolves started to attack Mavin and Steven. I can hear them whimpering like a dog who was hit. "Waah!" I yelled when a wolf suddenly charged toward me. Steven immediately shielded himself from me and punched the wolf. "Steven, watch out!"

Then another, and another, until the night was alive with their calls, a chorus of primal hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. My heart kicked against my ribs, the sound sinking into my bones. Out there, beyond the city's edge, the werewolves were gathering, their instincts unleashed by the moon's pull. I could almost see them - shadows moving through the trees, eyes gleaming, fangs bared as they sang to the night. The howls rose and fell, a haunting melody that tugged at me, calling me back to a world I'd tried to leave behind.

Before Chloe could react, Caleb closed the distance between them, stealing another kiss—a kiss fueled by passion, desire, and the swirling emotions that enveloped them both. As their lips met, a surge of energy passed between them. Chloe felt a transformation begin, the ancient power within her responding to the intensity of the moment. In the embrace of Caleb's kiss, Chloe's form shifted, her senses heightened, and she fully embraced her werewolf nature. The moonlit glade became a canvas for the unrestrained emotions that coursed through Chloe. The boundaries between reality and the supernatural blurred as Caleb's touch awakened the werewolf within her. The air became charged with an electr

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

Bullet holes, to the envy of purebred wolves, were tightened quickly, leaving behind only small ragged circles, and those disappeared faster than I got up from the couch. Grisha, throwing the bottle at lightning speed, followed me up and caught my hand, not letting me go, although I was not going to leave. His eyes burned, and from his chest, which still had a tattoo of a wolf's head, there was the heat of a heartbeat. Rest your palm and the burn will remain. "They needed you," I said in a barely audible voice. His hand, covered with dried blood, was also hot, and intertwining my fingers with him immediately made me sweat. - You, not me. Dead or alive,” I added, faltering at the last word.

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.

And not without reason, I may add, because as soon as we got close enough, we witnessed the sheer destruction that lay ahead. Not only did the old bastard start building a stupid wall and a proper brick wall at that, but he also cut down most of the forests around my wife's territory. Forests are crucial to our existence. We need to connect with the wilderness and nature to get back to our roots. Every werewolf, regardless of their age, enjoys midnight runs through the woods- it's a way to quiet our thoughts and recharge our batteries, but during my wife's absence, the old Alpha took it upon himself to destroy these things.

A chilling beauty that feels fundamentally wrong, like a smooth, perfect mask stretched deliberately over something ugly and cruel. She crouches easily beside Kael’s massive, still body, slides her delicate hand into his chest as if it were nothing more than water or smoke. Then, she pulls out his heart—bright red, pulsing, and dripping heavily with blood. She drags her tongue slowly and deliberately over the fresh blood on her fingers, smiling in content at the taste. Then she looks directly up and stares into my eyes. “Isn’t it a shamefully magnificent thing?” she purrs, her voice silky and chillingly amused. “The Almighty Lycan King’s heart resting right here in my hands?”