Werewolf's Heartstrong Novels & Stories

Rylan converted into a werewolf with big sharp nails. He was looking very dangerous because of his wide chest and hairy body. He tore up his chest, drops of blood continuously falling from his flesh and he was continuously touring his chest. Tears came out from his eyes and his eyes turned bloody red, but he was thinking about only his people's lives and happiness and about Larena as well! After bearing intolerable pain, he removed his heart from him and gave it to the priest.

"What do you want to ask me?" He gled at my face and then said, "Sarah, since you work for my brother, you must know who he is, right?". "Yeah, a werewolf." I responded.. "But a cursed one, do you not know?". The look on his face darkened. His questions came off as suspicious, but despite that, I still answered him. "He told me... Is there anything else you want to know?".I did a dramatic pause before continuing... "Yeah, do you mind if I take a strain of your head?".He paused after his ridiculous request...

The wolf lowered its head, licking Katy's smooth neck with its long thorny tongue. She tilted her head to the side for the wolf to enjoy. Her heart beats very fast. She is not someone professionally trained to handle the “wake up” period province" of the werewolf. She had never had sex before. Terrible when he was first faced with his full wolf transformation werewolves.

One of the four companions speak out. "...So what if he has all his vampire abilities, i gave you that syrup didn't i? So you are as strong as him." Don said to them. "...Sir, we are just omegas who changed genes, we are still omegas and we ain't as strong as you or alphas." The werewolf said to him, and he became really angry. "...Okay!" Don said, and then pierced his sharp claws into the complaining werewolf chest. He brought out the beating heart of the werewolf and hold it like a trophy. What he just did made the other omegas to be really afraid of him.

I wasn't prepared for the fact that the sight of his cock would make my mouth water and that the size of his cock would make my thighs tighten together involuntarily in response to the concept of how massive it must be. I really want him to be able to see me. I hope he feels me, smells me. And I really, really hope that the weird attraction that we share is driving him as crazy with need as it is driving me. An acolyte, who is a thrall that has been schooled in our rituals and ceremonies, moves forward with a shallow silver dish that is holding a glittering human heart. It's necessary for the change, and it's how Lycaon got turned into a wolf in the first place: he pissed off Zeus by giving

Nathan roared aloud angrily and lunged at that vampire, crushing his head in between his large claws in one go. Maddie, at the same time, managed to thrust her claws inside the chest of that vampire who was about to attack Adolphus and snatched his heart out of his chest. She growled when she saw that the heart was still alive. The indication was clear to them. “Get their hearts out, crush their heads.” She roared at her warriors on her side and also through their mind-link. All of them complied to her command and did what she commanded. They didn’t spare rogue wolves and hunters.

Her muscles tensed. Every sense sharpened. She turned slowly toward the darker edge of the clearing. “Come out,” she called. Silence. Then— Movement. A large wolf stepped from the shadows. Rose’s breath caught. The wolf was enormous. Larger even than Kael’s wolf form. Its fur was dark gray streaked with silver, its eyes glowing a deep amber. Not hostile. But powerful. Kael shifted slightly beside her. Ready. The stranger studied them both carefully. Then, slowly—

And love had chosen them back. The curse was gone. The packs were whole. And in Elara’s womb, a new heartbeat answered the dawn. The werewolf’s bride had become the werewolf’s mother. And the story, after so much blood, so much darkness, finally found its light.

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.

His hand flew to his chest, pressing over the failing heart that had defined every step of his life. Michael gasped, the sound jagged, desperate, and raw. His wolf-body betrayed him; the strain on his fragile heart struck down any remaining bravado. I watched, expression impassive, as the wolf who had once wielded fear and manipulation like weapons succumbed to his own body's rebellion. Even as he clawed at my ankle, eyes wide with panic and pleading, I remained cold, a predator observing weakness.