Werewolves Heartsong Novels & Stories

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 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.

Ysolde rose and crossed to the bedside table and picked up the small leather book of pack-songs from where she had set it the previous afternoon, and she sat back down in the chair by the window and opened the book to the small careful place she had marked with a thin grey ribbon, and she began to read. She read in the small soft voice she used for reading. The pack-song was an old one in the Lycan tongue Elowen had learned as a child at her father's house, and the small old words were the small old words of every western Lycan child who had ever been put to bed by a nurse who knew the song. The small grey wolf in the song went out into the snow at the full moon to find a child who had wande

It felt like a thousand sunless days pressing down on my shoulders. I stood side by side with Kaelen. The stone beneath our boots shook violently as Fenrir approached. Our palms stayed connected, anchoring the immense power between us. My golden lycan light—the essence of the Heart of the Wolf—burst outward. It met Kaelen's silver ancient wolf power, the raw legacy of the First Guardian. The two forces didn't just mix; they fused perfectly, swirling into a single radiant aura that pulsed with our synchronized hearts. We became a blazing light against the night.

All I had hoped was that I’d knocked back enough alcohol to keep the beast at bay so I wouldn’t show her my other face and scare her to death—if the animal didn’t rip her to shreds. It was a gamble, but I didn’t expect to hit the jackpot. For the first time since becoming a werewolf, the beast inside of me felt tamed. Sated. I was desperate for a way to control the new monster inside of me, but I never expected to find the answer buried between that woman’s legs. It was more than just the fucking—I’d tried using random hookups to blow off steam in the past, and it didn’t do a damn thing but leave me frustrated when the wolf inside of me was still clawing to get out.

But there was a rustle of leaves behind them. My eyes twitched towards the treeline. Several wolves snarled behind them. Advanced slowly, snouts to the ground. I smiled at Eugene. Those weren’t our men. Those were Lover’s Quarrel wolves. Just in front of the pack stood a burly woman. Her hair was pulled back but clearly greying. Her skin was worn with wrinkles from years spent laughing. Her eyes went straight to Eugene. “I think someone might have different plans than you, Eugene.” Ozias mused, crossing his arms across his chest. The Alpha’s head turned around. He noticed the woman behind him. Noticed the wolves closing in. From behind us, our men caught up fully. Guns pointed at the Alpha.

We were halfway back when Sera’s voice crackled through the radio. “Aria! Kade! Can you hear me?” I grabbed the device. “We hear you. What is wrong?” “The Council. They are not waiting until tomorrow.” Her voice was panicked. “They are attacking now. All six cursed wolves. The pack is surrounded. We cannot hold them off. You need to get back here now!” My blood went cold. “How long can you hold?” “Maybe an hour. Maybe less. These things are not like regular wolves. They are coordinated. Smart. And they do not stop.”

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.

Some didn't, so I needed to sound as human as possible while I was talking to them. Every wolf was in a rage, so it was a hard time to keep control for everyone. Sometimes, it could happen that we use a very unnaturally loud voice. That sounded more like a howl. Everyone here missed Ellen, which was clear on their faces. The sadness came through the excitement of the search. Since we were with ten wolves, I hoped we could pick up her scent. Everyone was done unpacking, and we could start. I gave them all a letter. The wolves stayed apart from the humans for their safety. You never know that a wolf lost control over a human. Werewolves also had strict rules not to change in front of humans.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.