Novel & Cerita Werewolf's Heartsong Full Book

"Yet amidst the chaos and bloodshed, two souls dared to defy the norms of their time, forging a connection that would forever alter the course of our history." As they ventured further into the chamber, they encountered a series of ancient scrolls meticulously preserved within ornate chests adorned with symbols of both clans. With trembling hands, Seraphina unrolled the first scroll, her eyes widening as she beheld the handwritten accounts of the Werewolf Heir and the Vampire Heart, their words resonating with a passion and intensity that transcended time itself.

I kicked and hit at whatever it was holding me up, making small sparks fly. Something wet and hot dripped onto my face. I blinked rapidly trying to get the blood out of my eye. It stung from how dry my eyes were and it irritated the wound slightly. Another drop of something warm landed on my shoulder. Another drop dropped on my forehead, burning like fire. I shivered involuntarily as another drop of something cold and slimy dropped on top of me. It stung my skin and I flinched as another drop of something hot landed on my foot. My toes curled under the substance as I tried to pull them further apart to get away from the heat coming from the liquid. Finally, after what felt like hours, the pr

“Now, it’s your turn, my sweet innocent lowly she wolf.” The initial concern wrapping around the she wolf’s heart was now replaced with a frightening anger. “You are going to pay for this!” letting her sharp claws out, the she wolf howled into the moonlight. She began to lunge towards the rogue Lycan prince, only for him to dodge her quite easily this time around. She was graceful and agile, but Conall seemed to have regained a different kind of strength right after taking another soul. After a while of dodging her attacks, the Lycan prince managed to catch the she wolf by her arm, eventually swinging her into the air and finally kicking her through the stomach. The poor she wolf didn’t have

She stood up and slammed her desk, making a loud thud. "Yes, Ms. Eros... do you have something to say?" Ethan looked at her confusedly "I beg to disagree, sir!" she exclaimed. "Do you have proof that werewolves are eating human hearts? Have you seen it with your own eyes?" "No." Ethan simply said. "Then why are you telling us that?" She sounded very aggravated. He shrugged at her, giving her an innocent look as he pointed out the book in his hand. "Because it is written in this book," Ethan said a matter-of-factly as he pointed out the book he was currently holding in his hand.

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

Ysolde rose and crossed to the bedside table and picked up the small leather book of pack-songs from where she had set it the previous afternoon, and she sat back down in the chair by the window and opened the book to the small careful place she had marked with a thin grey ribbon, and she began to read. She read in the small soft voice she used for reading. The pack-song was an old one in the Lycan tongue Elowen had learned as a child at her father's house, and the small old words were the small old words of every western Lycan child who had ever been put to bed by a nurse who knew the song. The small grey wolf in the song went out into the snow at the full moon to find a child who had wande

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

I closed my eyes for a moment, praying death would be fast—and painless. More monsters? I wondered as I heard heavy footsteps approaching. I opened my eyes and saw the last witch surrounded by a small pack of veteran wolves. Within seconds, a massive light-gray wolf tore her head off. His familiar presence made my chest ache. Not long ago, all I wanted was to escape his control—but now, here he was, saving my life. As soon as the witch was dead, the rest of the wolves took off to continue the mission. Only one stayed behind. He approached, shifted into human form, and gently touched my head.

Anyone can hear me approaching if I can’t calm my heartbeat. “Can you smell that?” I ask, my heart jolting to my throat. It’s like when I smelled Jason for the first time. I instinctively know it’s not human, but not animal, either. This is the scent of a werewolf shifter. “Yes, one werewolf, male,” he replies gruffly, focusing on the ground and the branches that surprisingly show a path created by someone running through. “How come we didn’t scent him outside on the road?” I ask.

I cried. “Make it stop, Rory, this is bad!” Selene sighed. “I didn't do… I can't!” I sobbed. The third wolf surged forward, slamming into the second wolf with enough force to send them both crashing into the ground. His fangs tore into skin, as their claws ripped through muscle, and their terrifying snarls turned into painful screams. “No,” I gasped. But they didn’t stop. One of them drove his claws straight through another’s chest, ripping his heart out. The third wolf barely had time to scream before the second wolf snapped his neck with a sickening crack.