Wolfsbane Book Series Novels & Stories

Alex believes he’s not gullible enough to trust every word he’s hearing. But he must admit, his experience must be unique and unheard of. “Father.” He immediately greeted his parents when they arrived. Sab inhaled sharply upon seeing the wolves. It’s their first time seeing such wolves. “They’re glowing, aren’t they?” Their silvery aura is truly mesmerizing. “Hmm…” Clyde carefully scrutinized the wolves. “You’ve been talking to them. What did they say?”

I am not just a mother to my two beautiful pups, Roman and Shanti. No, I am Rosa The Wolf Oracle. The End! Thank you to all my lovely and beautiful readers and followers. I appreciate each and every one of you. As always, leave a review. Let me know what you liked, loved or hated. I strive to be better for you all. Please also drop some gems. Keep your eyes peeled for future works by me only on GoodNovel. To read this series in order or as stand-alone. The order is as follows: The Betrayed Wolf Of The Moon Goddess.

One shadow. Casius stiffened. “That symbol again.” Alina swallowed. “The White Wolf. The first alpha.” Her voice dropped. “They erased him from history.” She moved down the aisle, reading spines etched in runic script. Chronicles of the Silver Howl. The Bloodmoon Accord. The Warding Flame. Her hand stopped. Three volumes sat pristine at the end of the shelf. The White Wolf. The Warding Flame. The Prophecy of Balance. Her throat tightened. “Three complete texts.”

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown and no one felt that more keenly than Alexander. Alexander had known early on he would need to ally the Black Wolf Clan if not Authority would succeed in annihilating them all. The power vacuum left by the White Clan had meant infighting among Black Wolf Clan and that was not an option if they were to survive. Being a Lord King he had quickly gained control of the power; the community was ruled through bloodlines and none matched his father's blood. His friends, Mell, Melo, Win and many others, owed him for saving his lover and her child. With a little help Mell had defeated the ruling alpha and become leader of the werewolves as the community was ruled

“Don’t worry about that. A while back, I already planted a few of our own into the Hadleigh school staff. They’ll know who you are. Leave the homeworking and grading up to them.” “Thank you, sir,” Beau said, gratefulness flowing through him. “I’ll take care of everything.” And he was not going to disappoint. For the last five years, Ardglass was like a father to Beau, saving him from the world of humans and molding him into a strong-willed, self-reliant lycanthrope. He was the man who saved him after all. Ardglass’ lips curled into a small smile. “Good. It’s time we reignite the war between wolves and humans. And this time, we aren’t stopping with a cup half-full.”

He mumbled and I couldn't thank him enough. He had done something that no one would do for anyone. Bringing all of those wolfsbanes in the existence of tight security, he could have been hanged to death, and yet he did it for me. The main strategy of Vampires to win over werewolves has gone in vain after Stephen has stolen it from them. In fact, he didn't steal it, he saved several lives with it. He had obviously done the heroic job. "But what if they find out the wolfsbane has been missing? Won't they search for the culprit? Your life could be in danger. " Suddenly the questions over Stephen's security across my head and I had to ask him.

Well beyond the borders of these soft Alpha Princes was the real battle for supremacy. You see enough murder, backstabbing and blackmail between families and pack members, you inevitably become numb. Too many fights and betrayals to even count. The instant I crossed the threshold of that place I knew I'd never go back. I wasn't seeking any kind of position in the pack yet the bigger I grew and more intense my wolf looked the more rumours spread that I was out to cause trouble. I knew my time was up there before some Beta thugs tried to handle it themselves. The one thing I never expected was to do it alone, after being rejected by my mate.

Tastaren told me of this; of this winter that the wolves brought and it never ends. He said it has improved over the past decade. It improved when the Wolf King Erebus defeated the southern clans, took Pontis Maari and settled behind the walls. Now the plants are born, the fruits, the vegetables. There are few, but they are born. It seems that wolves send a type of “feed” from the capital to people in smaller cities. I don't know what “feed” is, but Mr. Tastaren made me understand that it is a good thing. “Better than hunger.”, I can hear him say.

The stupid mutt intended on finishing what he had started, and it would be the end of him. Another string of curses left his brain and filtered through the pack bond so that Griffon would hear them, unintentionally of course. The minute the panic had reached the russet-colored wolf he snapped to attention and began to pick up his pace. With an outraged snarl, Aiden sprinted, following the scent of dirt mixed with those wonderful lilies. It took only minutes for the two wolves to meet up as they raced through the icy forest, dodging roots, trees, and branches. They flew through the iced-over forest, paws stirring up snow, claws digging into the dirt beneath.