Werewolf's Heartstrong Novels & Stories

"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!"

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.

The man emitted a short and agonizing scream as Adams ripped out his heart, ending his life. Meanwhile, the other ten wolves engaged in their own brutal clashes—one taking on Lara, and the other Hendrick. Hendrick's opponent swiftly decapitated him, his head rolling off to the ground. Lara, however, proved more formidable, yanking the heart out of her assailant's chest...

My heart lodged in my throat. Christian’s fists balled at his sides. “Say that again.” They stood there like two lions locked in a silent challenge. Neither moved. The tension snapped and stretched until it felt unbearable, like the moment right before lightning strikes. I stood frozen between them, knowing damn well Christian was stubborn enough to fight this guy, and worse, reckless enough to lose. And I knew what this man was, what he really was. A really strong werewolf, stronger than alphas.. He could kill us both without blinking.

I wouldn't think of doing that. He threw his lightning at me, and like a web, I was caught in between it like a deer caught in a headlight. My heart sinks in, unable to breathe or move. It keeps tightening the more I attempt to break free of it. A hot slice of pain shot through me, werewolves are strong and could withstand everything that comes their way, any amount of pressure but my body had weakened and my heart palpitated, it hurt as the tightening went on.

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.

The other werewolves also helped in getting them to safety. The sky was clearing out, meaning that the werewolves were some minutes away from transforming back to their human form. Seeing that the cubs were out of danger, Anya turned away from the hunters to head to her cave when she heard the gunshot. The bullet was headed straight to her, but there is a reason a werewolf is different from a regular wolf, it is faster and stronger. There is also a reason why an alpha is the leader of a wolf pack. He is faster, stronger and reads minds. Anya is different. She is everything an alpha is and can control mere objects. She only had to glance at the dangerous substance headed for her head and it

that gave me the strength to keep moving. I reached the massive, shifting wall of Fenrir's shadow chest. Up close, the darkness felt like ice-cold needles, but I didn't pull back. I reached out and placed my bare palm against the swirling ink of his fur. The Heart of the Wolf on my chest erupted in a blinding, rhythmic pulse. It wasn't a burn this time; it was a heartbeat. I poured that warm, golden light straight into the center of his corrupted soul core. It was like pouring liquid gold into a cracked vessel. As the light flooded him, the connection became a two-way street, and suddenly, I wasn't in the seal realm anymore.

"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

She didn’t move. With a burst of energy, she raised her hand, palm outward, and shouted a single word “Down!” The power rippled from her like a tidal wave. The wolf was slammed mid-sprint into the ground, howling in pain. The very earth trembled beneath her feet. Even Avery staggered. He raised his hands, summoning his own dark magic. Shadows coiled around his arms like living smoke. “Fine,” he snarled. “Let’s see if you’re strong enough to survive your own awakening.”