100 Novel Terkait dengan Werewolf Heartsong

Is this how his end would be? All of a sudden, a third werewolf howls, jumping out of the shadows, claws ripping into the chest of the brown werewolf in front of Roy. The claws are at least 2ft long, as sharp as blades, and thick enough for them to go through his aggressor’s body. The werewolf yanks his claws out, coming out with a dripping heart impaled on the tips. The werewolf—Roy’s savior—tosses the heart on the ground with another howl.

He ignored it and dung his right hard into the human heart. She coughed out blood before giving up the ghost "So warm" he whispered. Tearing the organ softly in his mouth,his scarlet red eyes were filled with joy "You disgust me" she said stepping into the light. "You're here? Have a bite. It's delicious. So warm, soft and tender. This is better than any damn food! Werewolves needs a humans flesh. It's much better "he rasped with bloodthirstiness. "Tch!" He smiled coyly and then devoured the heart in a haste

I close my eyes tightly, my hands trembling, now that I know that I have faced that ruthless monster, those Werewolves. "Follow your heart Luna, don't be angry." After that the surroundings gradually became quieter, when I turned my back and Clarkson's mother was gone, I sat down in a chair and cried so hard, like there was a huge thunderstorms inside my heart and head, in a rage I threw away some of the weapons that had been placed on the table that is in front of me. Maybe I just need to accept that I will no longer feel her warm touch and embrace, that I will never feel the soft and deep kisses of him. But then, there was a part of me that want to give my heart a chance to choose her, because my heart still dying to shout that I need Clarkson in my life, but it was fucking too hard, it was not easy because my mind also says, he was one of the werewolves, even he was not belong to the one who killed my grandpa and father, still werewolves blood was running on his veins.

I groaned in pain as I fell from his arms. "Hillary?" I heard Maribel's voice say. "I'm sorry." The big man said apologetically. "Kross, what is wrong with you?" Maribel said in annoyance. "This is my sister, Hillary." "Oh." He gasped. "I'm really sorry, please forgive me." Maribel sighed. "Whatever, we have more important things to do here." Maribel's eyes glowed and her werewolf eyes came out.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

Hearing him say that, she suddenly averted her gaze from staring at him. She shyly waved her hand to start a conversation: "Can your eyes change color?" "Why do you know?" She did not hide it: "Actually last night I saw your eyes were red." Last night he thought she was unconscious, and probably wouldn't remember anything. But he guessed wrong, she did not lose consciousness but still remembered everything clearly. Because he is a werewolf, when he walks out in the dark, his eyes will turn red. It seems that she has doubts about his identity. She already knew anyway, he shrugged: "Just as you thought."

"But I don’t hurt anyone, and especially I will not harm you ever—I like you so much, you are my heart." I looked into his eyes as his words echoed in my ears, "I am his heart." "Remember the days we spent together!" I muttered, taking one step closer to her. "Remember the day we met—Did I ever hurt you?" He asked. No, he never hurt me in any way rather protected me from everything but he is not human— he ripped out the heart. "Who are you?" I inquired about him. "I am the son of the Alpha of the pack, and yes, I am a wolf as well." He revealed his identity.

The sound of sirens and loud screams almost muffled my words. He nodded weakly then grabbed my hand tightly in shock and fear. I reached for his small body which turned out to be quite heavy, while his hands now turned to hug my neck. I turned around to follow the direction of the running people. Right now it wasn't just the humans running away from this place but the werewolves as well, most likely from the Yellowstone Pack house. The pungent smell of burnt rubber wafted from all directions making me have to wrinkle my nose as I tried to run.

My heart pounded as my walls clenched around them both, finding release as they both came inside of me together at the same time. Then Xander gave me a little bite on the shoulder. "I claim you as my Mate." My wolf growled her pleasure but wanted more. Then Elias gently bit my breast, causing my wolf to pant. "I claim you as my Mate." Although my wolf wanted to claim them, it wasn't time yet. I knew it. But neither of them seemed to mind. Although I was a wolf, I was new and didn't quite feel like a pack member yet. Instinctively, I knew that had to be earned.

A mindlink of unprecedented power that connected every werewolf under the celestial dome. In the snow-clad expanses of Siberia, the packs abandoned their timeless dance with shadows and raised their muzzles to the star-jeweled sky. A chorus of howls resonated, rejoicing in the unity that Flameheart’s mindlink had forged, a unity they had scarcely dared to dream of. Their voices carried across the tundra, echoing the merriment that rebounded through the continents. Deep within the A****n, the isolated lycan tribes paused, their hunt forgotten, as the jubilation pierced the density of their secluded world. Eyes ablaze with newfound hope, they joined the symphony, a song of triumph over the solitude they had long accepted.

‘Rosé’ he called out walking towards me. ‘Stop stay where you are?’ I held up a hand. ‘This doesn’t make any sense’ ‘It would if you just let me explain’ he said with a hurt expression. ‘Explain then’ ‘I will if you just promise to keep an open mind’ ‘Fine’ ‘Promise?’ he said. ‘I promise’ ‘Ok I know it seems crazy but I’m a werewolf’

He had a werewolf. Great.

~~~~~~~~~~ Just hold me, everything feels right when I'm with you... ~~~~~~~~~ *Rina* Of course, he does, he got a werewolf in him, but I'm.not sure if vampire feels heat too. The lust demon in him would probably feel it too. It's the right time for you guys to mate. Also the perfect timing for marking. Don't let him get close to any female in this season okay? He could lose control and mark one of his mistress"My eyes widen.

So he keeps on coming after her with a boiling heart. And while he was getting close to her he was already transforming his hand into a werewolf form. He, first of all, brings out his right hand claws and sets them the way he would kill her in a secs But the sharp Zara'm acted so fast that immediately she get close to him. She hugged him and kissed him deeply and then Mikel's mind begin to calm down immediately. So Mikel placed his head on top of Zara'm shoulder as he closes his eyes. And slowly his hand transformed back into a human hand.

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

But my wolf blood responded to it, my fingers trembling with a sharpened edge, like a predator ready to strike. I closed my eyes, the score of The Love flashing in my mind. When I opened my eyes again, my gaze was cold and calculating. In the next moment, my fingers flew across the piano, and a flowing melody filled the air. The delicate notes, soft rhythm, and soothing tempo swirled together. As the melody rose and fell, it was as though a pure maiden stood by the water's edge, her graceful form blowing in the golden breeze. Werewolves’ hearing is far more acute than that of humans. They could catch every subtle shift in emotion in each note, and the music overpowered even the red-clad woman’s oppressive wolf scent.

“But Aion is right. You need to keep calm. It won’t do to let anyone know how much you care about this girl already. Everyone’s nervous now that the rumor has gotten out that she’s a witch.” “I still don’t understand how that got out so quickly,” said Roman. Aion glanced over at the two of them. “We are part of a werewolf pack that can sense people’s emotions and mind read each other sometimes. Don’t worry. When she gets back, we’ll keep her close.” Roman smiled. He was glad that they had welcomed Nora so quickly and could only hope that the rest of the pack would follow suit. “She’s here,” Aion said, “I just saw the car pull up to the building.”

The Sivercrest pack helped by members of the Whitefang pack was gaining ground on them killing more and more of their warriors. The war had already gone on for over twenty-four hours and they were all exhausted from the fighting. More wolves soon launch at them and they each take on as much as they can. These wolves looked different and savage with big red eyes and smelled horrible... one of the wolves moves forward growling menacingly at him, he launches for his already bleeding shoulder and tries to bite out a chunk from it which he dodges him and the wolf tumbles to the ground with a big fall, he looked very upset now as he was snarling ferociously at him and with a totally unnoticeable move he swipes his both claws to his face and he yelps from the stinging pain.

He could feel the raw power emanating from another werewolf, a fellow rogue like himself. Curiosity mingled with caution as he set out to find the source of the disturbance. Guided by his heightened senses, Marcus followed the scent of his newfound adversary deeper into the heart of Silverwood. The sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls filled the air, creating an eerie symphony that echoed through the forest. Finally, Marcus emerged into a small clearing, bathed in silver moonlight. There, standing at the center, was a formidable figure—a massive werewolf with fur as black as the night itself. Its eyes glowed with an intense amber light, reflecting a primal hunger for power.