Werewolf's Heartstrong Novels & Stories

He was taking over. Storm quickly barrelled toward the wolf, giving him no chance to defend himself. He plunged his paw into the wolf's chest and ripped out its heart in one swift motion. Blood seeped from the wound as the wolf transformed, and the man fell to the ground, writhing and groaning until he finally went still. Storm kicked the lifeless body aside with a growl before crushing the heart and slicing through its muscle with his sharp claws. Throwing it away like it was garbage, he turned to the girl, his eyes turning worried.

I retreated slowly as she took steps towards me. "You don't know, Hillary. The difference is once you have spilled and tasted human blood and have fed from them, you become way more strong than innocent baby wolves like you. And like I said, I kill every full moon, which makes me really strong...strong enough to face your fucking Alpha and tell him to kiss my old ass!" She snarled. I looked at her in surprise. "Yes, Hillary, I know about your little secret." She giggled. "I know of your fairytale romance life, of you and your Prince Charming. He wants you to be his Luna, doesn't he?"

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.

"I want you to help me get revenge on the people who kept us apart. And I want you to help me get something very important." "What?" David asked. "I want you to help me capture Tommy," Marcus said. "That boy has powers that could make our family unstoppable." David felt uncomfortable. "Tommy is just a little kid. He never did anything wrong." "Tommy is a Moonheart who came back from the dead," Marcus explained. "That makes him the most powerful werewolf alive. If we can control his power, we can rule all the werewolf packs in the country." David thought about everything Marcus had told him. He was angry at Austin for lying to him, and he wanted to get revenge on the pack that had made him fe

His attire was similar to a priest’s robes, but I recognized it as a doctor’s outfit. He winced and moved closer to me, placing the stethoscope on my chest. With concern, he repeated, "This is the first time I've seen such weak heartbeats and such an extremely high temperature. You’re fighting for your life." He doesn’t know that werewolves can have their heartbeats disappear and still remain alive. We can also endure extremely high body temperatures, but all of this makes the wolf inside us very weak. I even heard Allura groan in pain, "I’m in pain, Sig."

He lived in a world filled with black and white, without a simple colour that seemed to be calling out to him. It is unbelievable that he is able to show those emotions, that is to show happiness and love once again. The cold, selfless, strong, fearless Prince of the vampires. I remember the day he was transformed into what he is now. I could see him living in quarantine, demolishing all kinds of hindrances in his way. He did not care for humans or his own but deep down everyone could see he was in pain. It was visible to the caring eye that he was a master of loneliness. He relied on driving everyone away but when he met Lara he seemed to have found the other part of his soul. He was happy,

But to this day she did not expect werewolves to still exist, now she has witnessed with her own eyes a huge werewolf coming to attack her. Its eyes were bloodshot as if he wanted to swallow her whole. It held her tightly, making her unable to move. At first, she moved intensely, gradually she lost strength, she gradually became weak, and her body was limp. Seeing that she was lying still, the werewolf bared his teeth, revealing terrifying sharp teeth. Its teeth haunted her for a long time. Its eyes are sharp looking at the prey it is restrained by. It opened its mouth, saliva running down her face causing her to scream in terror.

Bazaar yelled hitting his sharp sword at the edge of the stage. "Let us not have a panic attack over this werewolf, he warned us. My men had been investigating him. So far, we found out that he's the leader of all the werewolves, they do whatever he howls to them to do, and he seems to be the most powerful of his kind because of his supernatural powers and his blood-red eyes that make him look like a devil werewolf." The description of the new werewolf leader hit me hard, knowing who exactly he was. Suddenly, I felt like I couldn't breathe. My heart was beating too fast, my feet were becoming weak, and my head felt dizzy. I felt like I was going to faint.

"But I don’t hurt anyone, and especially I will not harm you ever—I like you so much, you are my heart." I looked into his eyes as his words echoed in my ears, "I am his heart." "Remember the days we spent together!" I muttered, taking one step closer to her. "Remember the day we met—Did I ever hurt you?" He asked. No, he never hurt me in any way rather protected me from everything but he is not human— he ripped out the heart. "Who are you?" I inquired about him. "I am the son of the Alpha of the pack, and yes, I am a wolf as well." He revealed his identity.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s