Werewolf Valentine Novels & Stories

Werewolves could still communicate even in their wolf form, not words though but they could understand eachother perfectly. "You're Breathtaking...your wolf is very beautiful" I tell her managing to not roll my tongue all over her wolf. Could this night get any more better! Everything was so perfect already, we raced eachother howling as we ran through the leaves only stopping when we were both completely exhausted. I could feel the happiness seeping off her. We're both breathing loudly and laughing from the run.

“All I have to say is that whoever is freeing the wolves in Oconee, they won’t stop until all of the wolves are free. And in the meantime? We’re here to help those who make it to us.” The newswoman hesitated, then her smile grew a touch more genuine. She turned to the camera. “You heard it, everyone. So, for anyone worried about our southern neighbors, donating to the Werewolf Liberation Fund is an excellent way to help. Anything else to say, Mr. Carmillan?” “Go to our website to see other ways you can help if you’re short on money. We could always use more volunteers. We’re also in the planning stages of getting a charity run set up.”

"What? How could you?!" "True but I have been watching you." She looks at him and gathers her courage. "Let me go! NOW!" He steps away from her. "They don't have to know." "There is nothing for them to know. I don’t know why you’re here or why you are trying to hit on me… but you should stop now. I will not hesitate to push you out of this house. You clearly don't know what a bond is like for werewolves. They never ever cheat on their mates." Valerie walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs leaving Alex staring at her back as she quickly runs away to hide from him. What was his deal?

My loyalty was now to both, but Valen’s growth and protection superseded everyone else since he was the future King of the Werewolf realm. I had warned Vance, but he disregarded my advice. Not that my visions allowed me to tell him more. But when one of his pack members was hurt, what was he supposed to do? I guess it was a difficult choice to make, though when it came to matters of the heart, love is expected to win. A tiger swallowtail caterpillar was munching on the moonflower's heart-shaped leaf. Kneeling, I used my finger to let it crawl on me. I whispered enchantment and it turned into a butterfly and flew away.

MARCELLO "What are you talking about?" I asked my wolf. "What mate?" "The restlessness you feel around her, the strong pull you feel towards her, the way you just cannot bring yourself to stay away from her, and how you'd do just about anything for her, it's not just all for nothing, Marcello, it's the mate bond." He explained, and I did not need a soothsayer to tell me that he was talking about Valeria. "She is our mate."

“I knew she was my mate; however, I never expected that I’d have to share her with four others. And that is beyond frustrating.” – Alpha Leo. ==JANET’S POV== No matter what species you were, you would always have to endure one terrible day: February 14th. To humans, it was Valentine’s Day. To werewolves, it was the day of finding one’s mate. On this particular February 14th, Mystic Vale hosted a party for the pack's wolves. The event was given the flowery name of Mate Bond Nights. It was the night when most people recognized their mates and began the marking process.

These were designed to resonate with the wolves' warrior spirit, appealing to their pride and their desire for a leader who embodied strength, not perceived weakness. Conversely, Valerius was presented as a pragmatic, if stern, ruler. He was not one to indulge in the soft pronouncements of a queen, but a leader who understood the harsh realities of survival. His agents would spread tales of his decisive actions, his willingness to confront any threat head-on, and his commitment to ensuring the continued existence of the werewolf packs – so long as they remained in line. This was a carefully worded message, implying that disobedience would lead to dire consequences, but also offering a veneer

The warlock replied his seemingly dumbfounded curiosity. “Hmmmm…” Valentine seemed as if he had been considering the warlock’s input. “your rationale might have minute wisdom buried into it.” He said, an effort to sarcastically stroke his chin. “You fool!” He shot at the werewolf whose faces had become wrenched with an accomplished grin. “Sire.” The warlock replied Valentine’s attempts tended to seizing his assumed momentary bliss. “How can we attack them, they have Isabella.” Valentine said, as he dispelled the joy that the warlock wrought.

Their night is beginning soon, and it will be another long one. -xx- Weeks passed and with another several attempts on their pending task to do on their classmates, Zeev and Tyr eventually decide to wait for the right time to lure the two separately so they can finally alter their memory. Luckily, Keira never mentioned anything about Moon Valley since then, but the werewolves couldn’t take another risk. So, they once again planned to execute the task on Valentines’ Day. “Oh, this looks fabulous, Keira!” Esme, Zane’s mother, exclaimed.

I whisper. “I like it,” he replies. “Tell those assholes you have my blessing and permission to join the pack and shift when they're done. I'm going back to bed. And just like that, Valentine takes another long drink from his drink and transforms right there on the couch. Instead of green magic, red wolf energy, or whatever it is, it covers it and then there's just an all black wolf on the couch. The wolf looks at me, its eyes red and scary, before jumping off the couch and running towards the window. He leaps through it, smashing it to pieces and I stare wordlessly at the torn clothes and whiskey bottle left on the sofa.