Werewolves Heartsong Book Novels & Stories

SERAPHINA POV We all stopped, just as 12 werewolves in wolf form walked out of the woods to surround us. Every step we went to make in any direction earned us another growl. I knew some of these wolves, Lilith was sending me the reminder of their scents from the only time I was in a pack. All the thing I just told the guys and some of the other stuff that happened there came back. It wasn't a very nice pack, the Alpha was but the pack itself was terrible. "Nix, Seb these wolves.. these wolves they come from that pack I was in at 14."

A chilling beauty that feels fundamentally wrong, like a smooth, perfect mask stretched deliberately over something ugly and cruel. She crouches easily beside Kael’s massive, still body, slides her delicate hand into his chest as if it were nothing more than water or smoke. Then, she pulls out his heart—bright red, pulsing, and dripping heavily with blood. She drags her tongue slowly and deliberately over the fresh blood on her fingers, smiling in content at the taste. Then she looks directly up and stares into my eyes. “Isn’t it a shamefully magnificent thing?” she purrs, her voice silky and chillingly amused. “The Almighty Lycan King’s heart resting right here in my hands?”

Damien, Korven, the pack they were part of the bond now, threads in a tapestry she was only beginning to understand. As the sun reached its zenith, Selene stepped fully into the clearing, letting her silver energy ripple faintly across the edges of logs and rocks, feeling the pack’s pulse, hearing the rhythm of paws, the soft exhalations, the eager yips. Each wolf, each movement, each breath was a note in a song she was learning to conduct.

Silver—he knew it was silver before he understood why that mattered, some old instinct in his blood recoiling from the sight of it even as a Keeper's arm whipped it out from beneath a gray cloak and it uncoiled through the air like something alive. It caught him across the chest. Wrapped once, fast, tight. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then the wolf *screamed*. Not in his ears. Not in the air around him. Inside him, behind his ribs, in the place where the door had opened and shut, a sound that had no shape and no edges and tore through him like something physical, like claws dragged the wrong way across every nerve he had. He heard himself make a sound he didn't recognize as his own voi

So I convinced Auriana to bring the boy here for one final test. I heard footsteps from outside and I closed my eyes trying to feel the beat of his heart. A Werewolves heartbeat was different from that of a human and if one concentrated enough, he could identify it. I listened intensely to the rhythm of his heart. It was slow, measured. The Werewolves heartbeat was like a double beat. Unlike the humans, it was out of sync like. Thud-thud pause, thud-thud

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My paws hit the ground hard as I pick up speed, following the scent of smoke and blood and Silverfang wolves. The anger burning in my chest is so intense that I can barely think straight. I break through the trees at the eastern border and see them. Five Silverfang wolves are circling around old man Henry, one of our elderly pack members. There's blood on the ground and Henry is injured, trying to defend himself but losing. I launch myself at the nearest Silverfang, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and taking him down hard. He yelps and tries to throw me off but I hold on, shaking my head violently until I taste blood.

Depot Bravo, moments later A frosted pane imploded, talons first, and the bay filled with teeth and light. Jake’s stance cut to steel; Kim hauled Jane behind a wheel-well. From the mouth of the aisle, a corporal held his team with a raised fist—no shots—as the brown she-wolf slid through the frame, head low, eyes fixed on the girl clutching a silver cross of wolfsbane like it could quiet a storm. “Queen,” Jake breathed. To her pack, the night obeyed.

“I feel like I’m disappearing into it. The magic… it’s so loud. It wants me to… to unravel.” “Then let me drown it out,” he growled, his voice a raw, primal sound. “Let me be the only thing you feel.” He turned her in his arms, his mouth crashing against hers with a possessive hunger that bordered on feral. This wasn't the tender kiss of a lover; it was the claim of a wolf protecting his most precious resource, a desperate attempt to imprint his essence onto hers. He tasted of iron and dark promises, of the hunt and the home he had sworn to protect. His tongue swept into her mouth, a dominant, stroking invasion that left no room for the chaos in her head. It was an act of possession, and she

I muttered under my breath, shutting the book harder than I meant to. Zack raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I reached for another, a thinner one. The cover nearly tore in my hands, my eyes skimmed quickly, heart thudding. This one spoke of the Moon Goddess and her first chosen wolves born with gifts that could either heal or destroy. Wolves meant to be balance keepers. I swallowed, my wolf stirred inside me at the words, Ella pressing against the surface of my mind. This feels familiar, she whispered. “Find something?” Zack’s voice was low, rumbling in the stillness.