Werewolf S Heartsong Novels & Stories

"You're right Subhadra." Subhadra liked his hand in hers. His situation was a little similar to hers actually. "You know, this reminds me of my first love actually. His name was Aslan. He was a transfer student from Turkey. I didn't care about him for the longest time, in fact neither of us liked each other much and bam! Suddenly, one day, when I saw him talking to and smiling with some other girl, I didn't like it. At all. Apparently, he had done that on purpose. For me to notice. His family would never accept me either. A few years after that, I moved. Now, I'm a different person and he's a different person."

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

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.

the voice said and it echoed in the place. “Who are you and what do you know about me and my family?” Jordan asked in a defensive voice. “I am Rowan Gerald, the first and only werewolf to possess the powers of a siren and be able to make a whole pack fall to their knees before me” the voice said proudly. “It's not something that you should be proud of, if you could only make them now to you when using a siren song then you weren't powerful, you were just obsessed with being powerful” Jordan said casually and he could feel the rage of the man that lingered in the air.

) He wonders to himself however. 'Boom!' a large explosion goes off sending tree chunks at him. "Wwwwwwwaaaaaarrr!" The wolf cries out as it evades the chunks swiftly. "Haaaaaaaaa, you won't make this easy for me will you.... Huh Jason?" A girl's voice came from behind the destroyed tree. (Clara!) He yelled in his mind his fangs showing hostility towards his childhood friend. The red haired girl stepped up and watched as the wolf ran away again "Even as a werewolf you're still weird" a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again.

The sound of sirens and loud screams almost muffled my words. He nodded weakly then grabbed my hand tightly in shock and fear. I reached for his small body which turned out to be quite heavy, while his hands now turned to hug my neck. I turned around to follow the direction of the running people. Right now it wasn't just the humans running away from this place but the werewolves as well, most likely from the Yellowstone Pack house. The pungent smell of burnt rubber wafted from all directions making me have to wrinkle my nose as I tried to run.

Damon's barely holding in the laughter, despite the seriousness of the situation. Has he forgotten, or is he just trying to ignore the fact that this guard almost had his cruel way with me a few minutes ago? I gulp once the beast's eyes focus on me, and he shakes his head. Damon gasps and quickly sits down next to me, leaning closer to whisper: "This is Silas, Nero's wolf, and he wants you to watch, so no matter how disturbing the scene gets, keep watching. Don't, I repeat, don't defy a pureblood Alpha."

Melonie's face lit up with a radiant smile, her eyes glowing, ears and fangs popping, and her hands and body blazing with fire As the werewolf rushes towards us to attack, Melonie broke off the chains easily and scooped out the heart of the werewolf from his chest, leaving him without a heart. Collasping to the cold floor, he burnt away. A soft smile spread across my face, “So it's true…” I murmured, “I control you.”

He was eating this story up. “Well, turns out it was a werewolf named Kevin Sung. He liked eating fresh heart meat. Instead of hunting deer or elk or some other wildlife, he realized it was easier to hunt humans. He liked overweight, male hearts and figured rest stops were the fastest way to get them. Authorities figured out it was a werewolf, so they hired me.”

"Right, so here's the next part. I can't explain to you what exactly it is. Some people think it's the Goddess.. Others think it's your ancestors, those connected to the pack. There are a lot of theories about this. But, one thing we do know for certain is that we all hear a song for the first time. That's why it's called the Calling. Now, I want you to focus, Ayda, and center yourself. Ignore me, ignore the sounds of the hares rustling in the undergrowth over there, even ignore your breathing. I want you to focus on your heartbeat. Close your eyes if you have to. Sometimes that helps." I did as she asked of me, and I tried to focus. I felt silly standing there, eyes closed, naked in knee-de