Werewolves Heartsong Book Novels & Stories

3: Waxing Storm Elara’s lungs burned as they raced through the ancient forest, Kael’s massive hand gripping hers. Her body was changing—bones aching, senses sharpening with every stride. The waxing moon pulled at her emerging wolf blood, syncing with Kael’s growing rut. “They’re close,” Kael growled, golden eyes scanning the shadows. “Your coven wants us both drained.” A distant spell blast shook the trees. They dove into the ruins of an old lunar temple, collapsing behind fallen pillars. Dust settled around them. Elara’s heart pounded, fear mixing with unbearable heat between her thighs.

Zoe picked it up, her heart pounding, and unfolded it, then read. Dear Goddess’s Pet, I know you’ve been searching; I know you’ve found nothing. I am everywhere; I see everything you do.Save your time, this is a gift for the new Luna.: The Book of Life. The origins of werewolves… and more. Your answers lie within. Read it. Zoe’s breath hitched, then her grip tightened on the note as she continued reading. And remember… I want him back. You are the only one who can find him. Fail… and I will kill everyone you love.

Threw myself at Thomas. He backhanded me. I flew. Crashed. Tasted blood. “Pathetic,” Thomas said. “Your mate is being bound and you can barely stand. Some alpha daughter you are.” He was right. I was weak. Broken. Nothing. But I was not alone. A howl split the night. Long. Loud. Furious. Kade’s sister burst through the trees. Her black wolf was massive. Beautiful. Deadly. And behind her came more wolves. A dozen of them. Rogues. Outcasts. Survivors from the Blackwood massacre.

Heat. I gasped, pressing my hand to my heart as the sensation flared and vanished, like a spark struck in darkness. Ember’s eyes widened. “Did you feel that?” I nodded slowly, pulse racing. “Yeah.” Somewhere far beyond the trees, a howl echoed—low, powerful, answering something I didn’t yet understand. And for the first time in my life, the wolf did not feel silent. She felt awake.

But through the bond, I felt it—a low, constant, predatory hum, the readiness of a wolf who knows he is walking into a trap and is eager to spring it. The massive, iron-wrought doors swung open silently, and the sound of the party washed over us. It wasn't the sound of laughter and joy, but a low, sophisticated murmur, the sound of predators purring. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, old wine, and the distinct, coppery tang of werewolf.

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

He and Victor charged toward the witches further back creating the barrier. The scent of smoke hung thick in the air, burning my nostrils and filling me with a sense of dread. It was chaos. A battlefield of howling wolves, frenzied magic crackling through the atmosphere, and the desperate cries of my pack. I gritted my teeth, feeling the adrenaline surge through me as I stood firm alongside my fellow werewolves, a force forged in loyalty and love. Yet, my heart sank as I spotted the flickering silhouettes of the witches, their dark robes swirling like storm clouds. The attack had come swiftly, more ferocious than any of us had anticipated. We had always known the witches to be our adversarie

I have read a few of these books. Shaking away the strange icy feeling I flip open the cover and start to read. The sun has started sinking, the sky painted with hues of purple, orange, and red. This is truly my favorite time of day. The book was short but there was a lot of information on werewolves. Information, what do I mean, werewolves don't exist. Or do they? It is that voice again. The same one from this morning. A voice that isn’t mine. A voice inside my head.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

He promised her as he kissed her and his hands moved towards his pants. The surroundings were illuminated with soft light from heart flowers. There were soft moans that filled the area. Two bodies with intertwined with each other and two souls were bonded together forever. No one could separate them and tagt was the magic of heart flower. "I... l o v e... y o u... h e a l e r." Giselle heard a soft voice in her ear as she closed her eyes. She was tired and was burried under the heavy body of the wolf spirit who had no mood of moving up from her and biting her neck continuously leaving his mark on her body.