Werewolf's Heartstrong Novels & Stories

This is bad. “What happened?!” “Someone attacked them and cut their hearts out,” he said looking distraught. This was diabolical. Beatrice chuckled. “You are joking, right?” Danny shook his head. “Oh my God?!!!”, she exclaimed. It was a big deal amongst werewolves. When were-wolves are killed, the head is usually cut off or stabbed in the heart. Cutting out a werewolf’s heart means one thing, the heart was eaten. Eating a werewolf’s heart means the powers would be transferred to you. You get strength and abilities. These kinds of wolves tend to be two times stronger than the regular wolves. It was forbidden to do that in the werewolf’s traditions and anyone caught doing that would be killed

"Stop acting like we're best friends." Liana looked at the gun held limply by his hand. It was facing down and the safety was on. She charged at him and they both fell, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She winced and tried to get up but he grabbed her hand. She tried to bite his while pulled her down with so much strength that she fell on top of him. She heard a deep animalistic growl and saw his body twisting and fur growing on it. She gasped before he hit her head with a pistol and she felt dizzy. Her world suddenly turned black.

She's my fiancée- he grabs my wrist tightly. -B- But," stammers the aunt. She pulls me away from this awkward situation without letting me speak, but I know she's going to see more awkwardness later. He takes me to the center of the forest and won't let go no matter how hard I try to struggle. He is hurting me, he is stronger than me. - Let go of me! - I demand to be left alone. I don't want him to touch me, I don't want him to hold me, I don't want to listen to him.

I even counted the ones on the ground, the ones who are still alive are more than ten and I do not have any idea where are they coming from. “Beware of your strength!” I warned them as we have to keep on fighting until we kill all of them. I wasn’t able to hear their response but I am sure they are doing what they know best, to hunt. “Do not run away!” I shouted and throw my spear directly into the werewolf running away. I got its left leg and I immediately run to finish it off. The werewolf raises its claws and desperately reached for my face but I evaded it and took out my knife and pierced it through its heart.

The wall broke down, throwing each other out of the alley, he was below me struggling to get away from my hands. He was stronger but not stronger than me so it was easy to defeat him and his struggle to save himself showed that he was not a well-trained werewolf. And I would not want to win over some loser. I lose my grip on him and he dashed from there as fast as he can. How can any werewolf be in Amber City? I had not seen any before. Was he from the Hemlocks pack? If he was why would he leave Debra here? He could have taken her with him to her father. The situation was getting much worse than before. If anyone gets a hint of our scheme, we will be finished before the climax.

A profound snarl rose from Brock's chest and he snapped forward with a surge of quality. At the same time, the animal squirmed its other arm out and raised it to strike at Brock's neck, claws trickling that lethal fluid. A streak of fear and outrage tore through Heather. Without realizing she had moved at all, she was back over the stream with a breath of the discuss. It had taken her less than a pulse. Not ceasing to think around it, she raised her right hand towards the thing. Blue-white jolts of warm cleared out her fingers, hitting the animal specifically in the ribcage right where its heart ought to be. The body snapped, the arm that had been balanced over the werewolf flung back onto t

They braced themselves, their bodies poised for battle, as a massive werewolf burst through the foliage. The creature towered over them, its fur bristled and eyes glimmering with a wild, feral intensity. It snarled, revealing sharp fangs and claws, emanating a primal threat. This was no ordinary werewolf; it was a formidable adversary, driven by a dark desire for the Heartstone. Luna and Amelia exchanged a glance, communicating their strategy wordlessly. With their bond bolstered by the power of the Heartstone and their love, they charged forward, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight.

My heart thuds in my chest like a drumbeat as I watch him gear up for his next attack. The werewolf lunges at Beta Wilson. A moment before his claws strike his heart, I throw myself into his path, positioning myself protectively in front of Beta Wilson. I close my eyes tightly, bracing myself for the claws to pierce me.

They saw a man with long hairs, large and hairy body was approaching them. He had a dangerously clawed hands. Saliva like substance along with blood was oozing out from the snapping joints. He was screaming and growling, slowly moving towards them. He was scratching his body with his hand. Rosy looked at Drake and said, " Oh! my goodness. His werewolf personality came out now." " He did hear the complete truth about them. We don't know whom he will assume as his enemy and take revenge. What to do now?

My heart was racing as I watched the exchange, terrified of what this outcome could possibly be. "I can promise that this brat won't be harmed but that son of yours killed my father. He will not be spared, your entire family will not be spared." She sneered, wanting to attack but Rob kept her back. Trevor was still crying, crying out for both Callie and I. It warmed my heart that he wanted me to protect him but I still couldn't ignore the pain that brewed as I watched him writhing around, trying anything that he possibly could to escape. The man who held onto him was getting irritated by Trevors movements, the glare prominent as he tried his best to ignore it. I heard him growl and watched h