Werewolves Heartsong Book Novels & Stories

“She has them tangled. The entire kingdom would be distracted. They will not see us coming until we are already inside them.” The Shadow God turned his head toward the book. “And this?” I picked it up. The leather was warm, which was wrong in this cold. “The Book of Wolves.” “Open it.” I did. The first pages smelled like dust. The writing moved when I wasn’t looking at it, shifting like insects under glass. It spoke of the Aurion wolves. Noble. Bound to the sun. Keepers of law. It spoke of the Noctaryn wolves. Ruthless. Bound to the moon. Keepers of teeth. And then it spoke of someone who had decided to be different.

It was already way ahead of me, hot and ready just from being this close to him. I leaned in slow. My lips touched the side of his neck, soft at first, barely a brush. Then I pressed a little harder, kissing along the skin there. I moved up to his ear, took the lobe between my teeth, and gave it a gentle nibble. Just enough to see if he’d react. And oh my god, my wolf Soso inside me was losing her mind. She was so happy she was practically purring, loud and deep in my chest. I swear I thought Jaxon would feel the vibration and ask what the hell that noise was.

SERENA’S POV I burst into the clearing with frantic movement. My lungs burned after running for what felt like hours. My steps were guided only by a sound that called to me. Kai’s roar. It was beckoning me like a member of his pack. When his beast had cried out, the others saw it as a warning to stay away. To me, it was a call for help. A tether pulling the strings of my heart. My own dormant wolf had fluttered to life in response.

However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow. Suddenly, my pup trembled violently, and an ancient, soul-stirring, and terrifying roar echoed. With the awakening complete, a golden paw emerged, sharp claws glinting. Then, a tiny werewolf head peeked out. “Mother!” The voice was small but clear, and two round, bright eyes stared directly at me. I flinched at the sudden call, and Kaeren appeared beside me as well. The little pup stretched, its golden fur patterned with sacred silver markings—the legendary emblem of the Primordial Lycan!

she called, her voice steady but sharp. The shadow moved closer, and Alice’s heart stopped. It wasn’t Liam. It wasn’t Kane. It was a wolf she didn’t know—huge, black-furred, with eyes glowing gold. A Crimson Moon scout. Alice’s hands trembled, but something inside her stirred—hot, wild, alive. Her vision sharpened, the world snapping into focus. She could hear the wolf’s heartbeat, smell its blood. Her nails dug into her palms, and for a split second, she felt them sharpen.

The other two wolves have finally managed to get over here, and they pushed him off me, they attacked him, they left bloody marks over each other since they drew first blood from me, they went frantic, they went crazy, and they were ready to kill each other. I looked at them with fear filling my eyes, I was in pain, but the pain wasn't the worst thing that was going on, it wasn't my arm that was hurting, it was my heart that was aching, how could my three souls be fighting with each other, my heart was attacking itself, darkness, and pain were filling my head then.

No one could stop the absolute menace that was Conall under the powerful influence of the night. The she wolf lay motionless on the ground; her eyes were shut. It seemed that she had passed out after being swung around and kicked with such powerful force, but right then, she was taking a quick trip to memory lane. It hasn’t been that long since she met the Lycan prince, but she couldn’t even deny the fact that he had taken her heart.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

He has been called to the council to receive all the entitlements left by his parents. What's funny is that they left the throne unoccupied for so long only to bring it up now. I am sitting on the bed reading a novel Kyson had gifted me on one of our outings. I love him so much. I sometimes wonder as to what I would have achieved if I had married that jerk. Thank God he went for my sister. I no longer hold any hard feelings towards them but I am sure that I am never returning to that house ever again. I love it here and why can't I it is home after all. Also it's because I am now a vampire. It is not possible to associate too much with humans in case we cause more conflict.

Perhaps it has something to do with wolfsbane and mountain ash Denver had mentioned earlier. As they passed through my spot, my werewolf eyes were helplessly staring at Nathalie's face. My wolf arms badly wanted to snatch her body from them but I could barely feel my arms and legs anymore. They were both numbed already. Perhaps that is what Denver said earlier. "Put her back... Please?" I kept begging them. But it seems that they could barely hear my voice anymore. None of them turned back at least a glimpse at me. Impotent, turmoil and utter remorse emerged deeply beneath my wolf's heart like a thunderbolt. The intensity of the feeling that crawled throughout my veins was immeasurable and u