Werewolf's Heartstrong Novels & Stories

I asked, and I felt I was crazy for asking but… “With your strength, I guess together it's worth a try.” He said, his breathing now ragged…like he was fighting death. “You're going to be just fine,” I told him, as I let out my claws, forcing my hand into his chest. My heart raced as I could feel his race too at the tip of my fingers, I found the stick pierced into his beating heart and held it. One. Two ... I began to pull it up, with every strength I had and every support my wolf had given, and when it was half way out of his chest, he joined us, clenching his fist around the bloody thing as he pulled with all his might.

It was larger than two fists combined, Knox commented in a strange tone, "You're not seriously going to eat that thing, are you? Be careful, you might poison yourself." Juno said coldly, "Shut up, Knox! You talk too much." Nyx shook her head. "Andrew, a werewolf's heart is unlike a blood core. A blood core condenses all the essence of a vampire duke and is much purer. However, a werewolf's heart is extremely poisonous. The werewolf race is naturally a venomous species. If you attempt to break through to the martial god level by swallowing its heart, I'm afraid you'll die from the poison."

I lead Kass to the main stage to make the announcement I welcome everyone here to join us for the mating gala and i thank you all for being here but i also have an announcement to make i grab Kass’s hand and say that i found my second chance every one goes silent but then daniel opens his mouth how can she be your second chance she's weak and has no wolf. Well Daniel I say she always had a wolf but her parents didn't want the pack to know me and she has trained for the past almost 6 months to make her a stronger person so no one can call her weak and last time i checked daniel you rejected her so you do not matter to her anymore and

“You think so? He looks at her like…” “Like a stray, Not a partner. She’ll never be his equal. He needs someone who can match his strength, not a broken wolf.” The words hit harder than any punch I’d taken. My nails bit into my palms, drawing blood. Part of me wanted to confront them. Another part wanted to disappear. But my wolf’s voice came quiet and fierce this time. Prove them wrong. I lifted my head, eyes catching the silver gleam of the moon above the treeline. My heart still ached, my skin still burned from where Damien had touched me, but something inside me steadied something sharp and alive.

Werewolves are one of the strongest supernatural beings, they were very hard to kill. "what about the leader?" I asked. " Is he part of those u just sliced?" "Nope, he probably ran away on discovering what we are, I didn't notice him during the fight" "well, that's disappointing, I had hoped to get his black heart myself" I said angrily. "he would have proven a challenge though, he is a rogue werewolf" Lucian said. "All the more tantalizing" I replied. We went to the being we were protecting, his heart was still beating, albeit weakly.

Thankfully, I locked it just after I came in. My heart is now beating a million times faster sensing that the scent was getting so much stronger and the source of this scent was definitely coming in close. I lifted my hand to rest on my chest, attempting to calm my intense beating heart down so my mind could focus on a plan to escape, in case this person is someone awful who wanted to kill me or something. Judging from the scent, I could tell it is most certainly a werewolf, and a ridiculously strong one at that.

“Of course, sir. I’ll be right back.” Jackson watched him walk off then turned back to the cage. Wolf C36M657 was tensed against the far side of the cage. He stood, head angled down, arms so tight behind his back that his shoulders couldn’t relax if he wanted to. The blindfold was snug over his eyes. His lips were tugged down into a small frown. His hair was pitch black and a matted mess of curls. Jackson felt disgusted just looking at him, but he did what he had to do. He had a werewolf. Great.

I reach for my gun, but the werewolf is too strong. Then my fingers brush against a stick. Without hesitation, I grab it and slam it hard across the werewolf’s skull. It stumbles. Quickly, I scramble for my gun, whip it up, and fire directly at the werewolf’s heart. The wolfsbane and quicksilver bullet pierces through flesh and bone. The werewolf howls, clutching its chest before collapsing to the ground, writhing violently in pain. Then it goes still. Limp. Dead.

Ignoring the pain, ignoring everything except the need to end this, we launch ourselves at him. Our teeth find his throat. Not as deep as we need, but enough to make him panic. He thrashes, trying to throw us off. But we hold on with everything we have. Our claws dig into his shoulders. ‘Now!’ My wolf screams in our mind. ‘His chest! Go for his heart!’ We shift our grip, our claws moving lower. Toward where his heart beats beneath fur and muscle and bone. Alpha Warren realizes what we're doing. His eyes go wide. He throws himself sideways, slamming us into a tree.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.