Werewolf's Heartstrong Novels & Stories

I was slowly gaining strength, and it wouldn't take long before I could shift to my Lycan. Strong arms picked me up, and I was carried bridal and pressed on the hard chest. I don't like his smell. He smells of cigarettes and some more, which hurts my nose. I tried to move my hand when he started moving, and the werewolves around us were cheering in joy, but it wouldn't last long. With all my strength, I broke the shackle that was restraining my hand, and using my sharp claws, I dug my hand into the chest of the man who was holding me, pulling his heart out and crashing it on my palm.

I stood on the ceremonial stone altar, my white dress flowing in the gentle forest breeze as I recited the sacred binding vows before the pack. But the space beside mine remained empty—my intended mate hadn't stepped forward. The gathered werewolves below whispered among themselves, their enhanced hearing making every murmur audible to my sensitive ears. "Another humiliation," I thought bitterly, my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin. Sure enough, Axel lingered at the edge of the clearing, toying with the silver binding bracelet meant for my wrist. He turned to my stepsister Diana with a smirk that showed the edge of his canines.

He's trying to extort me, he's demanding for more, knowing fully well I will be forced to do it since I really need his help desperately. I smiled at him, my expression cold. I refused sternly, looking away. "No!" My voice like thunder. I sensed my wolf's agitations. It sensed he was trying to manipulate me. Without hesitation, I sent out my strong aura, dominating the whole environment. He sensed my power and the confidence radiating from me. The aura of my wolf is strong and overwhelming, reminding them that I'm not someone that can be easily controlled. His expression weakened and his smile faltered as he noticed I was not going to yield to his extortion. He's a very silly person for even

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

he said, not through his voice, but through some kind of telepathy that he didn’t know he could use until now. Nico knew that he should get his friend off him. But how could he not struggle when he was also secretly enjoying the strong rhythm of the heartbeat closest to him? Goodness, if he let himself get horny, he would have rolled his eyes back in pleasure right now. But no, this was his friend, not some mindless thrall that he could play with as he pleased. “Hey man, stop it!” he said as he made an effort to push the man-wolf back. The werewolf was certainly stronger than him, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t do anything. “Get a hold of yourself!”

I close my eyes tightly, my hands trembling, now that I know that I have faced that ruthless monster, those Werewolves. "Follow your heart Luna, don't be angry." After that the surroundings gradually became quieter, when I turned my back and Clarkson's mother was gone, I sat down in a chair and cried so hard, like there was a huge thunderstorms inside my heart and head, in a rage I threw away some of the weapons that had been placed on the table that is in front of me. Maybe I just need to accept that I will no longer feel her warm touch and embrace, that I will never feel the soft and deep kisses of him. But then, there was a part of me that want to give my heart a chance to choose her, bec

I smirked and lifted my eyes, and the werewolf in front of me gasped, looking at the color of my eyes. Without warning, I put my hand into the werewolf's chest His eyes widened, but before he realized what was happening, I yanked my hand away, tearing his heart out. He immediately collapsed to the ground, and I squeezed the blood from his heart, causing it to stream onto the ground.

Ever since the death of the Alpha ,she has been so sad and finally bringing forth the child which happens to be a symbol of love between her and her deceased mate only made her feel so satisfied. Calor visited together with Kelvin handing over some gifts to the newly born child She would be the first heir to the first leader for that matter and it was the first time they will be celebrating an heir to the pack. Maria was so excited that she decided to name the pack The strong. She had thought about the name because she knew that before the merging of the pack the initial werewolves were little in number but they had this strong within them and that seemed so strong ,which made her believe so

Darin frowned at Peter on hearing this but Peter gave him a reassuring smile that he knew what he was doing. “West is a very powerful which under the influence of the most dangerous werewolf, the alpha of the blood moon pack. He is well known to be greedy and treacherous, I believe he wants something of great value from Darin. Peter dear, you don’t want to get involved with him, just steer clear of his path or you would be begging for your life.” Wendy said. “Please, help me find out what West and his werewolf want with Darin. It would help in convincing me.” Peter said.

I knew it because I had torn the hearts of many creatures and I could tell what I held wasn't a healthy heart. Looking at my hand, I confirmed by sight that I was correct. The heart which I held on my head was brownish . It wasn't even beating now that I took it out even though usually a fresh heart would still beat for a good one or a half minute. The color was similar to a rotten heart and upon closer inspection, it was indeed a rotten heart. The werewolf seemed to be damaged by the attack as his mouth spewed out blood but he could still form a smile. “I see that I can't kill you but that's not only what I learnt. Do you know, Milord? I am not here to kill you fairly.”