Novel & Cerita Werewolves Heartsong Free

He dared… bloody saliva dripped down my chin. The wolf glared at the man through my eyes, saw the pulsing heart in his chest. He was no longer a man. He was prey. She breathed in his fear and loved it. My body was under her control. I got to my feet. Yves stood frozen, staring. “Jesus Christ… what the fuck are you?” “I am Death,” the wolf growled. She slammed her claws into his chest. “The monster in the dark,” the wolf snarled as she ripped out his heart, still beating, and took a bite.

The Alphas drag the wolves off grappling their arms around their neck and snapping it. “The heart,” Gwen yells and Samson’s eyes glow as his claws come out and he plummets them into the wolf's chest. He yanks and the wolf's eyes go white as it falls to the ground. The rest of them then do the same and they fall to the ground. I see Fusilis shift back and rip the hearts out before shifting at the speed of light back into their hounds. They begin working together as Golden Summit stays in wolf form and Fusilis tears the hearts out because they have impeccable shifting speed. I plunged my hand into the wolf's heart that was snarling in my face. Getting back to my feet and wiping the gore from m

My gasps filled the air, my pleasure echoing through the room. Our kiss grew and became a symphony of sighs, whispers, and tender touches. Every moment intensified their connection. Our wolves were connecting. I was sure our wolves were happy, they had been starved all these years. It was a different thing not to have found a mate, our case was worse. “What do you want doxy? Name your price, I am willing to do anything for you.” Hayden’s voice came out raspy. I could barely catch my breath as he fondled my breast. It was a rollercoaster of emotions.

The world blurred as her vision dimmed, and she succumbed to unconsciousness. Berry found herself standing on a bright and huge expanse of field. Then, she heard a loud howl, a silver werewolf stood on a desolate hill, howling with haunting agony. The wolf’s eyes, a vivid shade of red, reflected pain and longing and Berry choked back the tears that she did not know was beginning to form. It was painful; the pain that the silver wolf buried deep in her heart, Berry could so vividly feel it.

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!

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.

And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Xareth stood, bloodied but triumphant, while the witch fell to her knees, a thin line of black blood tracing down her mouth. He had won. But as I looked around at the witches who still stood, unfazed and watching with lifeless patience, I realized something chilling: This was only the beginning. “Get me the Heartstone,” Xareth said coldly. I didn’t question it. I shifted, bones cracking, fur tearing through skin, and my wolf surged forward. She leapt at the old witch’s chest, her claws slicing through the brittle fabric of time and skin, her claws sinking into the exact spot where the pulsing energy resided.

My eyes went away from her, feeling ashamed. "Try not to fall in love," she said standing at my side. "I won't," I retort. "You're lying," responded Cali. "I can hear your heartbeat missed a beat," she said. My eyes went to hers quickly. Can a werewolf really know when you're lying? I thought as I leered at her. "Wait, can you read mind as well?" I asked surprisingly. I would be so ashamed if they could. The thought that was going through my mind when Alpha Deucalion entered my room. I would surely be ashamed if he heard everything in my head.

The Alpha commanded everyone. Five minutes later, everyone, including Luna Lisa, had shifted. The Alpha took the lead, with his wife by his side. Off, the entire pack went running into the woods. Barely thirty minutes into their run, a loud howl filled the night. The entire pack stopped running and turned to the wolf who let out an agonized howl. It turned out to be Luna Lisa. Two female wolves went to her and she let them know the baby was coming. They communicated this to the entire pack using mind-link. At once, the Alpha shifted back to his human form.

In the place where our pack waited. And our pack was ready. Not with weapons. Not with magic. But with something the Voids could not understand. Could not consume. Could not corrupt. Love. Freely given. Unconditional. Pure. Every wolf held hands. Formed a circle. Created a barrier not of power but of connection. Of the pack bonds that had survived everything. That would survive this too. The Voids crashed against that circle. And burned. “Impossible,” they screamed. “Love cannot destroy us. Cannot burn us. Cannot—”