Austin Werewolf Novels & Stories

Alpha Tristan POV. “How dare you?!” Maxion said in anger as he switched into his wolf form and pounced on him. “Restrain yourself Maxion!” I snapped In response, Maxion dodged to the side, avoiding the rebel leader and landing behind him on all fours. “Of course Alpha.” he said, shifting out of his wolf form

Mitch's ears were ringing and his vision blurred. “Get up Mitch! Get up!” Gus was shouting in his head. Mitch was hanging upside down in the driver's seat. He groaned in pain as he unhooked the seatbelt, then he fell to the roof of the car. He crawled on his belly as he tried to crawl out of the window, but out of nowhere, a muscular man came and tore the car door off like it was made of paper. “Who the hell is that? How comes we didn't smell him?” Gus was confused. He saw the man’s eyes and he knew he was a werewolf.

“Don’t know… don’t want to know.” Something watched them—vision sharp, edges burning. Their breaths curled like ghosts. “Probably just a stray,” Martin said, not believing it. Hydraulics whined. The arms lifted the dumpster. A heavy THUD hit the truck roof—metal shuddered. Walt yelped, tumbling out of the open door. “What the—” The bin trembled. Another bang. Then— With a crashing boom, the dumpster slammed down, and a hulking shadow vaulted from behind it: a towering werewolf, black-furred, eyes burning amber. It hit Martin in a streak of teeth and claws.

Austin growled. “What did he do?” I asked. “He had me starving– This punk.” He growled and rushed forward, grabbing Hark by the collar and bumping him on the wall. Hark raised both hands, because he knew it was a crime for him to hit a high ranked werewolf. “Austin, stop!!” I thundered, trying to pull him back, but he was strangling Hark and I had to stop him. I rushed to my feet, stormed up and pulled Austin off him, throwing across the room. “Are you insane? Or do you want to go back to where you just came out from?”

The air in the southwest carried a mix of earthy scent and the sulfur stench left behind by the werewolves' battles, smelling like freedom and ruggedness. Here, bloodline purity was no longer the standard by which everything was measured—sharp claws and teeth that could tear enemies apart were what mattered. I lived under a false identity and started with the most basic clerical work, handling various clashes between humans and werewolves. During a conflict with a local werewolf pack, I formally met Austin. He came to this place as an Elder to resolve a territorial dispute.

Joseph took the paper from Alexander’s hand and smacked him lightly, imitating the one his master did earlier. “Hey! What gives? So what if I forgot? You remembered it, anyway.” “That is not the point, Sir.” “Whatever! So, what’s up with that guy?” “He’s a werewolf. He just turned earlier.” Alexander stared at Joseph for a few seconds. “Really?” he asked. “Positive, sir. The scent I picked up couldn’t have been Nicodemus. I know his well enough. And John’s as well.” “I see…” “There’s also another interesting piece of information that I’ve gathered. It seems that this friend of Nicodemus’ doesn’t have that… mark.”

Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly. Burhan came over and helped his adoptive father in one shot. At that time Burhan's expression looked so shocked by Hugo's change. The type of wolf-shifter that Hugo has is so different from other wolf-shifter. The size of the red wolf's body is also larger than most wolf-shifter. On the forehead of the red wolf, a star in a circle was drawn. When Hugo growled, his mouth and muzzle dripped with disgusting saliva, like the image of a werewolf version of the human belief, which in Indonesia is called Aul. Burhan gulped his own saliva as he stared into the red eyes of the Cursed. “What is that creature?” Burha

Shannon stood and admired him as he spoke with Tia and telling her that they are leaving and making arrangements as to when they will meet again. Austin appeared around the corner where he was helping the troll in the burning of the bodies of his kind, he had on ripped jeans with a muscle top, he was a bit shorter than Kieran but not too short, the has broad shoulders and huge arms showing off his werewolf strength. His hair was cut short in a beautiful haircut, he had beautiful ocean green eyes.

He wiped his nose. "No you ain't. I'm a vampire, I know when you're lying." She said. Alexa Drake was one of the terrific good thing that could possibly happen to him in the werewolf world she protected him from every beast in her part of the woods. Ethan trusted her more than the people in the pack, she was straightforward, she could be evil but, has a good side too. "Ugh, I don't care." She said rolling her eyes. "You can keep it to yourself."

“You are a werewolf, Amanda. Just go, you will know better when you find your way.” Amanda was confused. Werewolf? Pack? What is she talking about? “Go”, Laura said again. Amanda took a step back from the door and she felt something happening to her body. Like something was entering her body. She turned away from the fence and ran into the night. ¶¶¶ Dwight sat in his office with Austin, Maxwell and Ryan as they went through some profile of some people. Austin was a little anxious of this meeting because since the week they shifted, he has not seen Ryan and he feels like a total stranger to him.