3 Werewolves Novels & Stories

Ava’S POV A loud siren suddenly started blaring, making my head hurt badly. "All residents of the pack are to assemble in the general hall immediately," said the voice of Vron, the leader of the pack and the instructor of the Numbers. I got dressed quickly and went to the hall alongside Belle, who explained everything about the pack that Five and Ven had left out. There were only twelve of the numbers left. Vron was a witch, and the most powerful among the werewolves were the triplet grandchildren of Count Dracula, which were Lawson, the guy from yesterday, herself, and someone called Rawlaine. They were sixty-three years old each, and they were opposing their grandfather by choosing the opp

"Based on what I saw from inside, her operation is not a small number." "Right." I looked around the room. "And on our side we have six people, one werewolf pack, and a mountain cabin with broken windows." "Sixty-three wolves," Ryker said. "Not six." "Sixty-three wolves, six people, and a mountain cabin with broken windows." "And a Nightshade heir who just threw one of my wolves through a stone wall without trying," he said. "Don't undersell your side of the ledger." "I'm not underselling it," I said. "I'm being accurate about it so we don't make decisions based on something that isn't true." I looked at Seraphine.

The witches flopped back onto the ground, tired and wheezing. The oldest one—a woman so wrinkled she looked like a skeleton—spoke up, her voice rough as gravel. “I’ve got bad news,” she said. “Werewolves are being killed like chickens these days. A new kind of vampire—strong ones—hunts werewolves as though they lives depends on it.” Another elder, her eyes milky and blind, chimed in. “Ninety of ours are gone. Twenty-three alphas, the rest betas and omegas.”

Mother and father are out there as well, while everyone else is here. I filed that little bit of asinine information away for later consideration. If I did my mental tally right, there were somewhere between thirty-five and forty-five werewolves in this pack, and maybe thirteen of those were women. There were likely twenty men there who were not mated and I knew of at least seven of these thirteen were now unmated as well. That did not sound like a good situation for anyone if what Kaira told me was accurate about Arvin’s disposition towards the female members of the pack.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

"No, Del, you know what you're going to do is very wrong." "Delaphine," Junior again called her. "I'm coming, give me a sec," Delaphine told him. "You don't have to come, Delaphine," said to me. "Werewolves can kill you," I tried to talk her out of going. "Werewolves don't normally come out during the day time there mostly out during the night," she told me. Werewolves truly did mostly come out at night to hunt us. During the daytime, it seems they rested saving their energy for the night.

I hesitated to tell her more, but it would be better if I got it all out. “Hope, there’s more,” I said. She immediately looked wary. “I know I said I was ready for your secrets, but I’m not sure I really am,” she confessed. “This one is a good one,” I said with a smile, praying that she would see it that way. She looked at me expectantly. “Werewolves get their wolf at eighteen. After that, their wolf is always looking for their mate. We mate with just one wolf, someone that the moon goddess picked for us. It’s called fated mates.”

"The Werewolves attacking from the North side will be lead by Max and Nina while the South will be lead by Sara and myself. How many Werewolves are fighting with us?" "Just over three thousand and more Werewolves are volunteering," Nina answered, her voice bold and proud of that fact. Perhaps, Dmitri thought, she is not as wicked as I had thought her to be. She was just a broken woman who was lost in her mind and blinded by the love for her child, as any parent would be. Maybe they could trust her, even a little bit, after all. Dmitri smiled gently at her and her eyes quickly darted downwards which amused him a little bit.

"Be right back." I looked out at the throng of partygoers. After two full moons, the Werewolves were nearly three hundred strong—and that wasn't counting the Omicrons who were in Europe awaiting Paul's call. In a few days, the process would begin again to increase the Pack. I watched as they danced and laughed with each other. I still felt out of place among them. Werewolves were social and needed touch. Vampires were not.

Garrit comes into the lobby. “Didn’t you say the girl is living with three boys?” asks Carl. “Yes.” “Who is this third boy who you didn’t see around the house very often?” “Blonde hair. Not a vampire.” “Of course, because he is a werewolf.” “So, how do you plan to get to him?” Asks Luther. “Kidnap someone from the house again?” “Yes, because that worked out so well last time,” Carl says irritably. “I can do it this time,” says Garrit.