Werewolf S Heartsong Novels & Stories

“A werewolf can easily connect with another, each reading the other's mind, an alpha wolf reads mind, has super strength and speed. Then there is a category that has not existed in more than 500 years, Optimus Primal, popularly called the Primal.” “What is that?” Anya asked. “They are at the topmost echelon of the werewolf chain. They have powers beyond your imagination. They can fly, they can control objects, they...” “That can’t be me,” Anya stopped him. She was scared. “Fly?” “Exactly. Well, let's let the topic die down, but you can will your heart to connect and disconnect. So, what ever you do, don’t connect to your crush.” Anya gave him a look.

So I convinced Auriana to bring the boy here for one final test. I heard footsteps from outside and I closed my eyes trying to feel the beat of his heart. A Werewolves heartbeat was different from that of a human and if one concentrated enough, he could identify it. I listened intensely to the rhythm of his heart. It was slow, measured. The Werewolves heartbeat was like a double beat. Unlike the humans, it was out of sync like. Thud-thud pause, thud-thud

I struggled to my feet, panicked. Behind her, more wolves appeared, as if she commanded them. They all howled at once to the moon, a deep, piercing chorus that made my heart seize. I scanned desperately for Martin, praying he was near. Then I saw him—a wolf with pitch-black fur and golden-brown eyes. Relief flickered, but then reality crushed it. He stood among Tara’s pack, making no move to come to me. His gaze passed over me as though I were a stranger. Tears burned my cheeks, streaming so fast and hard I feared my skin would hold the marks forever.

“Are you crazy? Are you asking for our Alpha's death?” An angered elder yelled out at Savannah, who didn't seem to care. “Yes. You want him to stab his own and wolf's heart? That's just telling him to end his own life.” Another elder added, but Savannah didn't seem to budge. It is well known that a werewolf’s life belongs in his wolf’s heart. To kill a werewolf, you have to take out his wolf's heart and destroy it.

"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

My heart begins to beat on a fast pace, thrumming in my ears. “ Yes. First thing you have to learn is to control your emotions under all circumstances. Then, you have to learn to keep your…uhmmm… ” Wolf gets distracted and stops himself. “ Hmmm…” I hum, finding myself equally distracted like him. “ And then you have to learn to keep your heartbeat normal. ” Wolf finishes. My mind snaps back to reality as my eyes turn wide. His lips twitch and my eyes burn with anger. “ I can hear it… ” He trails off, his eyes moving away from mine. “ Actually…all werewolves can. They can hear heartbeats and the werewolves with higher ranks can even detect emotions. ”

I was standing still looking in both directions, wondering which one to take. “Scarlet Bloodmoon” Asher’s voice rumbled through the forest. I didn’t want to go back to him and I started to go back to where the woman was until 5 massive wolves rose from the ground. They looked like shadows with stars for eyes. They started bolting at me. I turned to run in the direction of Asher’s voice. Trying to escape these wolves. I haven’t shifted since I saw Asher and Saige Together at the mate ball. “I Asher Stormclaw, Son of Alpha Caleb and soon to be alpha, reject you as my mate and future Luna”

“I can’t remember the last time I felt your lips against mine, and I want nothing more right now.” Without hesitation, I lean in, closing the distance between us, but as our lips are about to meet, searing pain lances through my chest, my heart clenching in protest. A voice screams at me from the depths of my mind, desperate and urgent, begging me to stop. It sounds hauntingly like my wolf, but his presence is faint and distant as if he’s being smothered by an unseen force. Why can’t I hear him clearly, as I always could before?

He tries to hold in his wimpers but he fails and their music to my ears. "You should never have treated my mate like you did but you did and now you will pay the price for it." Before he can spill any more bullshit I punch into his chest and wrap my hand around his heart and start to move it around while I feel it beating in the palm of my hand. This action is extremely painful for a werewolf and Rowan's cry of agony is music to my ears. I let this go on for several minutes before pulling hard and ripping his heart out. His body immediately slumps and while he didn't suffer half as much as I would have liked, he's gone and Bonnie's free of him and that's all that matters.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.