Werewolves Heartsong Book Novels & Stories

He ignored it and dung his right hard into the human heart. She coughed out blood before giving up the ghost "So warm" he whispered. Tearing the organ softly in his mouth,his scarlet red eyes were filled with joy "You disgust me" she said stepping into the light. "You're here? Have a bite. It's delicious. So warm, soft and tender. This is better than any damn food! Werewolves needs a humans flesh. It's much better "he rasped with bloodthirstiness. "Tch!" He smiled coyly and then devoured the heart in a haste

A pack of wolves was roaming happily and howling, echo could be heard even from one corner to the last one of the woods. They found profound joy in the moon's soft light. She-wolf was giving back ride to her pups. The litter mates were extremely enjoying the ride,jumping from their mother's back and again getting on it but their joy couldn't remain longer. Two men holding guns in their hand suddenly jumped from somewhere in front of them and started firing on them. He-wolf attacked on them and she-wolf tried hiding her children behind herself. They fought till the last but continuous firing killed them all except the very young one. When all died,he found himself alone, got scared. He starte

She stood up and slammed her desk, making a loud thud. "Yes, Ms. Eros... do you have something to say?" Ethan looked at her confusedly "I beg to disagree, sir!" she exclaimed. "Do you have proof that werewolves are eating human hearts? Have you seen it with your own eyes?" "No." Ethan simply said. "Then why are you telling us that?" She sounded very aggravated. He shrugged at her, giving her an innocent look as he pointed out the book in his hand. "Because it is written in this book," Ethan said a matter-of-factly as he pointed out the book he was currently holding in his hand.

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

Lisa was definitely correct; she uses this wolf to win battles. But my blonde body is still larger, and I am still older. No wolf will ever take my Alpha away. He is mine. Emmett is ours. Lisa and I love this pack. As soon as she is fully shifted, I lunge. I rip through her fur and flesh on her side. She tries to scratch me, but I move out the way quickly. I jump on her back, and I tear her shoulder open. She whines loudly and shakes me off. I circle her as she shakes her fur, trying to ease the pain. She growls lowly, and I roar as I lunge for her neck. She doesn't even land a single paw on me before her neck is snapped in between my jaws. I secretly wish it had lasted longer.

I looked at Asher, he was standing frozen three feet away, his grey eyes were wide, and locked on mine. I could see the absolute chaos tearing him apart beneath his clean mask, his chest heaved, his knuckles were fists clenched at his sides, I could feel his wolf snarling at him from the bond we were building, he was feeling the pain of my skin burning from wolfsbane. His eyes flickered down to the silver scar on his wrist, then back to my face, he didn't move a muscle. He let logic win, he let his perfectly sanitized world stay clean.

"Yes. I doubt that Jordan himself will make any one his mate." "B-but," I stammered. "What is the difference between Jordan and his wolf, aren't they one and the same." She chuckled. "It's obvious that you just discovered about your nature and the supernatural world not too long ago." She walked back to the shelf and searched for a while until she picked out a brown covered book and handed it to me. "Have this." She said, "It will tell you the basic things you need to know about werewolves and Lycans."

Then another, and another, until the night was alive with their calls, a chorus of primal hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. My heart kicked against my ribs, the sound sinking into my bones. Out there, beyond the city's edge, the werewolves were gathering, their instincts unleashed by the moon's pull. I could almost see them - shadows moving through the trees, eyes gleaming, fangs bared as they sang to the night. The howls rose and fell, a haunting melody that tugged at me, calling me back to a world I'd tried to leave behind.

They braced themselves, their bodies poised for battle, as a massive werewolf burst through the foliage. The creature towered over them, its fur bristled and eyes glimmering with a wild, feral intensity. It snarled, revealing sharp fangs and claws, emanating a primal threat. This was no ordinary werewolf; it was a formidable adversary, driven by a dark desire for the Heartstone. Luna and Amelia exchanged a glance, communicating their strategy wordlessly. With their bond bolstered by the power of the Heartstone and their love, they charged forward, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight.

Bare feet pounding against dirt, breath tearing from my lungs as panic surged so hard my vision blurred thinking something bad had happened. Behind me, I heard Isabella curse and follow. Please. Please. Please— The healer's den doors burst open just as I reached the clearing where half the pack had already gathered. A healer stumbled out, pale-faced and shaken but clearly excited. And from somewhere deep inside the building— A growl erupted. Low. Violent. Inhuman. My wolf slammed so hard against my chest I nearly collapsed. Because I knew that growl. Aaron.