Werewolves Heart Song Novels & Stories

He towered above me like a dark mountain with bright red eyes that shone like the stars in the sky. "I want them both dead!" I heard Bazaar yell. Several werewolves protectors and hunters encircled us ready to attack. The blood-eyed werewolf howled and I saw them scattered about like dead leaves by the powerful sound that came from his mouth. My face grimaced in pain at the sound, it was too strong for my ears. My ears felt like they were bleeding. My hand pressed hard against both ears trying to block out the dangerous and deafening sound. "You both will not leave this wall alive," Bazaar and more of his guards aimed their weapons shooting wolfbanes arrows at us.

But my wolf blood responded to it, my fingers trembling with a sharpened edge, like a predator ready to strike. I closed my eyes, the score of The Love flashing in my mind. When I opened my eyes again, my gaze was cold and calculating. In the next moment, my fingers flew across the piano, and a flowing melody filled the air. The delicate notes, soft rhythm, and soothing tempo swirled together. As the melody rose and fell, it was as though a pure maiden stood by the water's edge, her graceful form blowing in the golden breeze. Werewolves’ hearing is far more acute than that of humans. They could catch every subtle shift in emotion in each note, and the music overpowered even the red-clad woma

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

Yes, I manage to ease off a bit but every time I heard their soft moans and growls, my brain could imagine how the battle is going. And the thought of imagining things is worse than looking at them fighting because of me. An eighteen years old man with a serious brain issue is fighting against two because he hated the idea when someone wants to be her boyfriend. "We're werewolves, honey, not monsters. Half human and half wolf." says defensively the woman next to me. "And, truth be told, humans are more monstrous than us. Keep that in mind." Because my heart and brain could not make it to the finish line, I remove the woman's grip by force and run as fast as I can even without considering whe

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 asked my wolf. “I am a part of you, sucker. Of course I can learn and burst my throat pipes like you too,” he scoffed. “Now that wasn’t so decently put,” I grumbled. “Then suck it up, fvcker and woo back our mate,” he said before receding back at the back of my mind. That I will. I promise. “SO WHICH SONG DO YOU CHOOSE, CHESTER ?” Ryder asked coyly. “SPRING DAY BY BTS,” I pat replied and my boy band went behind their guitars and keyboards on cue.

Some didn't, so I needed to sound as human as possible while I was talking to them. Every wolf was in a rage, so it was a hard time to keep control for everyone. Sometimes, it could happen that we use a very unnaturally loud voice. That sounded more like a howl. Everyone here missed Ellen, which was clear on their faces. The sadness came through the excitement of the search. Since we were with ten wolves, I hoped we could pick up her scent. Everyone was done unpacking, and we could start. I gave them all a letter. The wolves stayed apart from the humans for their safety. You never know that a wolf lost control over a human. Werewolves also had strict rules not to change in front of humans.

"Right, so here's the next part. I can't explain to you what exactly it is. Some people think it's the Goddess.. Others think it's your ancestors, those connected to the pack. There are a lot of theories about this. But, one thing we do know for certain is that we all hear a song for the first time. That's why it's called the Calling. Now, I want you to focus, Ayda, and center yourself. Ignore me, ignore the sounds of the hares rustling in the undergrowth over there, even ignore your breathing. I want you to focus on your heartbeat. Close your eyes if you have to. Sometimes that helps." I did as she asked of me, and I tried to focus. I felt silly standing there, eyes closed, naked in knee-de

Elena's haunting song pierced the morning air, echoing through the grounds like a sorrowful lament. The melody, infused with dark magic, weakened the Black Moon werewolves. "Ogni notte, ogni giorno (Sleep, my love, every night, every day) Non sentire, non vedere (Do not feel, do not see) Ogni pensiero, ogni dolore (Every thought, every pain) Svanisce, come nebbia al sole (Fades like fog in the sun)"

Not while the wolf was so wound up. The other wolf didn’t relax externally, but as they sat there in silence, the pounding of his heart began to slow. It didn’t reach a normal heart rate, not in the short amount of time that Wren was in there before Jackson showed up, and Jackson showing up had the wolf’s heart jumping right back up but… But it was a good sign. It was a good sign that the wolf hadn’t rejected his company. Had started to calm down once he realized Wren wasn’t asking for or expecting anything from him. He followed Jackson and Kia out of the room feeling much more settled at the idea of the other wolf’s future.