Werewolves Heartsong Book Novels & Stories

Selene stood between them. Her chest burned, her hands trembled with light that she couldn’t contain, couldn’t fully control. The bond thrummed inside her like a second heartbeat — Rowan’s rage, Lucien’s hunger, her own rising terror and defiance weaving together into a storm that wanted release. A wolf lunged through the gap, teeth bared, eyes yellow and unblinking. Rowan met him midair, claws sinking deep. The impact shook the chamber, the wolf’s howl echoing like snapped bone. Rowan roared back, the sound raw and earth-shaking, his body moving with lethal grace.

Then I thought of Evan screaming under my hands because he had followed my scent into a trap. I exhaled slowly. “I’ll learn,” I said. Colton closed his eyes for one brief second. Mara nodded, as if she had expected nothing else. “Good. We start now.” Outside, another howl rose from the northern trees. One voice became three. Three became many. The sound rolled through Grimfang land, deep and furious and alive, until the windows trembled in their frames. My body shook with it. Colton opened his eyes. The wolf looked back from them, but he stayed where he was. Beside me, like he promised.

I cried. “Make it stop, Rory, this is bad!” Selene sighed. “I didn't do… I can't!” I sobbed. The third wolf surged forward, slamming into the second wolf with enough force to send them both crashing into the ground. His fangs tore into skin, as their claws ripped through muscle, and their terrifying snarls turned into painful screams. “No,” I gasped. But they didn’t stop. One of them drove his claws straight through another’s chest, ripping his heart out. The third wolf barely had time to scream before the second wolf snapped his neck with a sickening crack.

_*]:min-w-0"> "It's information that makes me want to save you even more. Which is frustrating because you're bleeding out and I don't know how to fix it." _*]:min-w-0"> Her wolf was rising, I could feel it through her hands on my chest. The Alpha power she'd been suppressing because it scared her, now surfacing in response to losing someone she loved. _*]:min-w-0"> "Bea, don't do anything stupid." _*]:min-w-0">

She teased him further by twirling a crimson curl around her finger, but even without her encouragement, he was eager to have his fill of her. He wanted to yell out, "Ravena !" However, he had no control over the dream's speaking portion. He was unable to hear the birds chirping in the trees or the wind rustling the leaves. Despite the thundering clouds forming in the night sky, which indicated they would soon receive a burst of rain, he was unable to smell the pine needles or spruce or determine whether they were due for a shower. He was only able to gaze in awe at the spectacle before him and reach out to touch her, feel her skin on his like silk, the sheen of her hair, and the beat of her

I struggled to say while my hands pointed to the window where I saw the vacancy flyer while I was getting into the cafe. "You want to work here?" She asked me, and I nodded. "Hmmm... I have never seen a human who is willing to work where she will be surrounded by werewolves. Aren't you afraid of your life?" I gulped. Of course, I was afraid for my life. And that was exactly why I needed to work where I would be able to interact with werewolves all day. It would help give me some confidence. Besides, it was not like I was afraid of them because I was a human and they were werewolves. As a girl who came from the lines of hunters, I had seen more weird creatures than werewolves. It was just my

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.

Should go outside and see for herself or was it safer for her to wait for her husband to return and tell her what the noise was about. When she heard her father-in-law’s voice, asking what was going on, Erin knew she couldn’t just sit in the tent and wait for secondhand feedback about what was happening outside, she had to go and see it for herself. She got off the sleeping mat and ran to the entrance of the tent to lift the flap. To her horror, she saw a pack of strange-looking black werewolves, making a mad dash to the front of the longhouse where the Prime Alpha stood with a bewildered expression on his face. She saw Danshak running after the beasts and then he shapeshifted into a huge gr

“You will find out that you never belonged there in the first place, everything will make sense when you connected with your wolf.” “But to do so I have to be Noah’s mate, he hurt me I don’t want him if he hurts me.” “I understand your pain, but again no one is perfect. Let him try to make it up to you. Your bond is still intact because he didn’t accept your rejection. Go now and try to make it work with Noah. Golden she-wolfs only get one mate in there life. You won’t get another change.” “Wait, I’m so confused right now. I don’t understand…” I was to late to ask anything more. The goddess was leaving me and I felt myself pulling towards somewhere. Then everything around went black again.

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.