- 168 ChsContent
- 4.921 ratings
- NO.200+SUPPORT
| What would you do if you are the most hunted teenager in the world? Ava Dane is in denial. She wants to believe she can escape her horrible future. But the longer she remains trapped with her bloodthirsty family, the farther her light seems to deem. Her desire to escape a life of uncontrollable bloodlust seems futile and her frustrations are growing. So when her mother's desperate attempt to make Ava accept herself becomes a disaster, Ava does the only thing she can to set herself free. Jack should be dead. But he isn't because he's saved from being drowned by the Danes, a strange family stuck on their private Island due to a sudden flood of rainfall, or so they say. Ava knows why Jack is with them: her mother intends to use him to force her into accepting her wolf side. Desperate to make sure that doesn't happen, Ava tries to break Jack free. But all hell breaks loose and someone gets killed. With Ava's parents and the authorities at their tail, Jack and Ava are on the run in which they have to hunt for a wolf cure, become normal again, and expose Ava's family for their crimes. Will they succeed? Or will they run out of time? Read to find out! __________ The Last Werewolf (Silver Blood) is a Fantasy Adventure novel about the survival, struggles, trials, and adventures of Jack River - a young, recently turned 18-year-old boy who's been transformed into something he never knew existed - and his sidekick, Ava Dane, who is running from her past and future. TLW will have three (3) volumes, and each one will be focusing on each level of their adventures as they struggle to get freedom from their enemies. The plot is the same, but each volume will come with its own unique twist. Also, you should know that this book has zero to no sexual content. Although, there is a mild romance between the characters. NUMBER OF CHAPTERS: TLW will have over 500 chapters. UPDATE FREQUENCY: TLW will be updated with two chapters daily. DISCLAIMER: The cover art was designed by my team but the picture is not mine.
It's late. The moon, full and heavy, is blindingly luminous through the window above Ava Dane's bed. It's not a comforting light. It only makes the wide night sky seem even blacker.
Ava can feel it through the glass, bathing her sweating skin like iced water.
She's so hot.
She leans over and heaves open the window. Her shaky breath mists out and mingles with the humid night air. She lifts the damp, dark hair from the back of her neck, to expose it to the cool breeze.
So many scents and sounds carry in from outside …
There's a tiny electric buzz sparking in her bones. It tickles and warms her as if her whole body is itching on the inside and she has no way to scratch. It's maddening. Dizzying.
Ava shuts her eyes and shakes her head. She wants to let go. To lose the fear and the doubts – just give in to the craving. Why should she fight it? This has to happen …
Ava's heart begins to pound. It feels like a fist knocking against her ribs, so hard it hurts. She can see its movement beneath the soaked white cotton of her nightclothes.
The moon seems incandescent like it has caught fire.
Ava knows now. It will happen tonight.
The burning heat now pounding through her body seems to be melting her bones. The pain is delicious and irresistible. Ava wonders how she could ever have wished it away.
The change feels maddening near now. Why won't it come?
Ava clutches the bedclothes, panting for breath, filling her lungs with the scents of the night. She could howl with pain and frustration.
So close …
She bites her lip, tastes the iron tang of her blood – then smiles as, under the moon's gaze, spasms of sheer exhilaration shoot through her.
It has begun.
Ava laughs feverishly as her bones begin to shift. Muscles tear and ripple. Teeth twist into spikes. Silken hair sprouts from every sweating pore. She shucks off her damp, clinging clothes, rolls over onto her front, and then giddily raises herself from the bed.
Her heart beats sure and strong. This room, these things, these meaningless possessions, none of them are hers. All she owns is the night world outside – and everything in it.
She leaps through the window onto the roof outside, then down to the grassy verge leading into the woods. She glories in her speed, her agility.
Soon she is bounding over sweet-smelling earth. At last, she feels alive. Feels she belongs. She catches the sweet smell of a frightened animal close by. She slips through the undergrowth towards it. A deer, startled, bursts from its hiding place and starts to bolt. She matches it for pace and watches it swerve and dance with fear.
Finally, she gets tired of the chase and slams the animal to the ground. Her claws tear into the deer's flank; her jaws close around its throat, sharp teeth piercing the downy neck. Blood floods over her lips. It's everywhere, sweet and sticky, she is bathed in it. Exultant, she raises her head and howls her thanks to the moon …
*****
A high scream tore out of Ava as her eyes snapped open.
She jolted upright in her bed, trembling, gasping for air. She pressed her hands to her face, fingers searching the smooth clammy skin as hot tears poured over them. Then she gagged. The dream had never been so vivid; the blood had never seemed so real.
The moon was just a soft glow through her flimsy curtains, but Ava feared even that intrusion. She pushed sweat-drenched hair from her eyes and turned on her bedside light. Looking around at the familiar objects in the room, she reassured herself she was normal. For now …
But the images of the dream wouldn't fade this time. The moon. The blood.
The exultant wolf.
That's going to be me, she thought, still trembling. That's what I'm going to become.
Ava dreaded the day she would think those thoughts not with fear and guilt and shame – but with pleasure and pride …
