Werewolves Heartsong Novels & Stories

You do not want to get on a Lycans bad side. Ricky and his children (Bella, Tammy and Phoebe), live near a pack of werewolves, called the Silver Crescent Pack. Each wolf in this pack has a marking over their heart of a silver crescent. If a Silver Crescent wolf's mate turned out to be a human, then once they have mated the marking would appear over their heart. The three girls were enrolled at the local schools, where werewolves and humans alike went to. Wolves do not obtain their strength or wolf until they hit puberty, which means they are able to go to grade and middle school, but attend high school with their local pack. However, Phoebe was noticeably stronger and more dominant then the

Werewolves did have a great sense of hearing anything, but there was speculation that they could detect lies that had nothing to do with any extra magical gifts. It was the fact that they would spend a lot of time listening as one spoke to their heartbeat and see if there was a change in the tune. Such a change usually translates to a switch from the truth, and that's how they find out things. The oak doors would prevent further intrusion from any other heartbeat in the castle, mainly Mara's, which he wanted to listen to right now. He wanted to hear her say how much she loved him while he listened and told her how true or not it was. He had not been able to listen to Esmeralda and still wond

Wolves screamed throughout the mountain as synchronization bonds ruptured violently across the packs, and for one horrifying moment it felt less like a city collapsing and more like a living creature dying from the inside out. The Heart was awake. Not partially. Not responding. Awake. Its gigantic silver eye rotated slowly within the cracked sphere while endless black veins spread across its surface like living roots. Every emotion flooding the sanctuary fed directly into it now. Fear. Rage. Obsession. Grief. Love. Despair. The Heart consumed all of it greedily, pulsing brighter each second while reality itself distorted around the throne. And its attention remained fixed entirely on Ronan a

The sacred space descended into bedlam as more wolves emerged from the mist, growling, snapping, jaws snapping in a chorus of aggression. I rose to my feet, every beat of my heart resonating in a song that bubbled forth from deep within. The sound was haunting, a melody that shimmered with ancient magic, resonating with every beast and warrior present. The sound rose and swelled, weaving threads of mist and light until every wolf, every warrior, every witness was held captive. The growls dwindled, the attacks ceased, and the Hollow fell into silence save for my Siren’s song. In that silence, only Caelan and I remained unfazed, bound together by threads that shimmered crimson and gold. The sa

“Hearteaters are able to walk and roam the earth while gaining their abilities as Werewolves and Shapeshifters as long as they consume hearts of mortals and werewolves to survive and thrive. Their true forms are wolf-like entities that stand like a man but with ram horns and bat-like hands and arms.” Every word Tyler sent across me made my heart pound, throbbed, beat rapidly as if there’s no tomorrow. “And one thing you can fathom their presence is that once they are around, the sun seems to hide and everything suddenly turns cold. The air is flooded with the scent of death that you can only smell when in front of a decaying corpse.”

Her breathing was steady, her posture carrying an ancient, regal grace that made both Alphas instinctively want to drop to their knees. ​"I can feel them," she whispered, looking at her hands. "The wolves... the ones who are berserk. The ones who have been corrupted by the Defiler's shadow. I can hear their cries in the wind." ​"What does it feel like?" Lysander asked, stepping up to her right side, his stormy eyes searching her face. ​"It feels like... a song," she said, a small, sad smile touching her lips. "A song that has been sung in the dark for too long. But I can change the notes now. I can bring them peace."

the voice said and it echoed in the place. “Who are you and what do you know about me and my family?” Jordan asked in a defensive voice. “I am Rowan Gerald, the first and only werewolf to possess the powers of a siren and be able to make a whole pack fall to their knees before me” the voice said proudly. “It's not something that you should be proud of, if you could only make them now to you when using a siren song then you weren't powerful, you were just obsessed with being powerful” Jordan said casually and he could feel the rage of the man that lingered in the air.

This would be a perfect time for the enemies to attack. Aiden felt like he'd lost everything.Because of the werewolves,he lost his parents and now because of this same werewolf he'd lost his love,his heart and his everything.The anger and hurt was unexplainable.It caused his body to vibrate.In just a night he'd lost everything. "Please stay away from me.Forget about everything we had and we shared.Perhaps this is the right time to say this"

When he returned, he held a sheaf of weathered, handwritten sheet music, his face pale. “It was tied to a tree by the water,” he said, his voice hollow. “Placed right where I always sit. It’s… it’s a composition called ‘Lullaby for the Lost.’ Parts of it are beautiful. But the harmony… if you play it as written, the intervals are designed to resonate with a werewolf’s inner ear. It would cause disorientation, violent migraines, loss of control.” He swallowed. “For me, with my sensitivity, it might have shattered my mind.”

Not while the wolf was so wound up. The other wolf didn’t relax externally, but as they sat there in silence, the pounding of his heart began to slow. It didn’t reach a normal heart rate, not in the short amount of time that Wren was in there before Jackson showed up, and Jackson showing up had the wolf’s heart jumping right back up but… But it was a good sign. It was a good sign that the wolf hadn’t rejected his company. Had started to calm down once he realized Wren wasn’t asking for or expecting anything from him. He followed Jackson and Kia out of the room feeling much more settled at the idea of the other wolf’s future.