Wolfblood Book Novels & Stories

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

He finally spoke,his voice filled with indifference. His uncaring attitude shattered something in me. A surge of emotion swam through me, betrayal,heartbreak,rage. I heard several gasps as a sudden light erupted within me,surging through my veins like wildfire.. My body trembled as the sudden change took over me,every muscle twisting and reshaping as power and pain collided. I gasped,my scream shifting into a low growl. When the light faded,I stood there on four legs,although I was smaller than most wolves,my red fur shimmered with an ethereal glow,and my eyes burned with defiance. The crowd stared,And for the first time,I felt whole.

At the last moment, he was able to flip himself and pull the wolf’s paw from his body. Nikolai was losing. Blood stained the snow. His body was slowing, muscles trembling under the relentless attacks. My vision flickered, the wolfsbane keeping me pinned in place. But the sight of him—struggling, bleeding—sent something sharp through my chest. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even survival instinct. It was rage. The kind that burned through every ounce of exhaustion and sent me lunging forward before my body even registered what I was doing.

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

I felt my insides rumble with the fire setting off like a bomb, causing each vampire to dissolve into dust. Having gone through all these years of murder after murder of my kind, I let out a howl of pain. The other wolves joined me in my howl as we all let out our agony at losing the ones we loved. After I fell back to the ground and collapsed (Alexi and I both passed out), I let Alexi take over. Nicolas's point of view:

My bones begin to snap and move under my skin, but I ignore the pain. I'm growling loudly and ferociously. I can feel my body shifting. The look of shock on the molester's faces brings me utter joy. My mother's wolf spirit has finally come, and I'm going to tear these vile creatures to pieces. When I'm done shifting, I give control entirely over to my mother's wolf. The men don't even have time to put their disgusting penises back in their pants before they have lost them. We rip their heads off their bodies and claw open their chests. I want them in pieces. Unrecognizable clumps of blood and skin will do. Being dead is not good enough!

Axil smiled gently, "of course you were. I was reading a book on your human history. I'm trying to get up to date with all the events that have happened thus far, I'm sorry if I'm not of much help to you." "It's alright. I perfectly understand, that's a great idea. It saves us the trouble of explaining everything." I glanced back at the book I just gave up on, "I'm going to look for another book." Axil pushed his book aside and leaned into the table, crossing his arms on the surface, "before you do that... I've been curious." I looked back at him curiously. What was it that he wanted to ask now? "How much do you know about werewolves?"

I’ll use everything I have if need be, but I’ll live long enough to make sure he’s ready and strong enough. “What’s wrong?” Willow asks from the doorway. I don’t even open my eyes to look at her. Her scent already threatens to rob me of my sanity again, looking at her may just push me over the edge. “Take the book. Go to page one-hundred-and-sixty-three, and read the entry about the Ultima wolf.” I listen to her move around, the soft rustling of pages as she opens the book and starts reading. “What the hell is an Ultimate Alpha?” I smile when she goes quiet and a few minutes later says, “Oh. It’s you.”

"It is nice coming back to the pack... and it's all thanks to you." "So, this must be your daughter, Ivory," the woman said, her dark eyes locking onto me. She stepped closer, extending her arm to gently rub my chin, inspecting me like a prized possession. Every instinct in me screamed to yank my head away from her touch, but seeing the incredibly polite, careful manner my mom was using to communicate, I forced myself to stay perfectly still. We could not afford to offend the person standing in front of us. Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes broke the silence. A wild, massive wolf came bursting out of the tree line, running full speed straight towards us. Its snarl bared teeth that looked lo