Wolfblood Books Novels & Stories

I was rooting for him and Alex all of a sudden because they were the only important people in my life here. A female wolf came to Alex's side and tried to tend to his wounds to ease his pain. She put some liquid from her mouth on the wound to probably stop the wounded area from getting infected, Alex winced in pain. His body was open as he had only a part of his shorts on, just enough to cover his private area. I stared at his build for a while and walked closer to him to stay. The wolf stared at me with those intense eyes of hers, they were so beautiful. Why would anyone want to hurt such beautiful creatures? I raised my hand in surrender, showing that I had no weapons of any sort and I was

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

Adam scrolled down, his eyes scanning the titles, until they fell upon a book titled "Wolves and Their Subclasses." A surge of excitement coursed through him, and he couldn't help but hope that he had finally found the right place to uncover the mysteries of the Tyrex wolf. Gathering his resolve, Adam hastily made plans to visit Domino's Shop of Myths and Legends, eager to quench his thirst for knowledge once and for all.

I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick. The wolf’s eyes left Duncan for a fraction of a second, flicking over to my face. I held back a gasp, another glimmer of recognition hitting me square in the chest. No, this couldn’t be that wolf. It had been years since I’d last seen it. It was impossible. Faster than Duncan could scream, the wolf lunged. Its teeth sank into his shoulder, slicing through muscle and bone. He dragged Duncan out kicking and screaming, into the night where his cries continued without faltering.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

“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

Handing it over to me, his eyes looked gloomy. “You won’t find comfort in these pages,” he said. “But you may just find what you are looking for.” I opened carefully, my fingers trembling and sweaty all of a sudden, the pages smelled old, worn out and ripped off at the edges. On the first page, written in red ink fading and peeling, were the words: “The Blood in Her Name.” “What is this?” I asked, the title multiplying my fears. “An account of wolves born with what we called... dark spirits.” He folded his hands across his chest as he spoke. “Wolves who walked two paths at once, light and darkness, peace and destruction.”

The Wolfing of Roger Willis ARC 1 of The Wolfing Series Written by: Vendité Johnson *** ARC 2: The Unwolfing of Roger Willis (COMING SOON) NOTE: 2 ARCS OF THE WOLFING SERIES ARE GOING TO BE PUBLISHED HERE. *** OTHER WORKS: THE BADBOY TRILOGY BOOK 1: HOW TO DESTROY A BADBOY BOOK 2: THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY BOOK 3: A RHAPSODY FOR THE PLAYBOY

“That was beautiful. Simply beautiful. And, I got it all on camera.” The white wolf snarled as it knocked Hap down and tore his throat wide open. I sat up and looked around me. The room was full of blood and dead bodies. The white wolf looked at me with sad, blue eyes before pulling the stake from Kenton’s chest. I watched in wonderment as he slowly came back to life. He lept to his feet and looked around. Letting out one of the saddest sighs I’d ever heard, he said, “Oh, Maryanne, I’m so sorry.”

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