Austin Werewolf Novels & Stories

The doctor said What! Wait a minute, what in the hell does he mean by that? Austin is the Lycan of the town, his wolf can not be weak, as a matter of fact, he has the strongest and most powerful wolf in the entire town. His wolf is supposed to be strong; always. It doesn't make sense for it to be weak, even for a second. Still standing behind the door, I continue to listen to their conversation, catching every single word they say.

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.

She rallied her vampire allies, leading them in a counter-attack against the werewolf pack. The circle of bloodshed and destruction expanded, consuming all in its path. Lives were lost, the ground soaked with the blood of both werewolves and vampires. The air crackled with power and despair, the once-beautiful landscape now scarred by the ravages of war. Amareux, torn between his loyalty to his pack and his love for Arayah, found himself caught in the crossfire. He fought alongside his werewolf brethren, hoping to quell the violence and bring an end to the cycle of vengeance. But with every strike, every fallen comrade, the weight of betrayal bore down upon him.

" Alex made a sullen face to me. "But you're not a high school kid anymore, Alex." I laughed with Jake. Alex stretched out his hand to tug at my hair. I made an annoyed face at him then my eyes glanced at Jake, he was busy typing something on his cell phone. His black hair is cut short, Jake has light brown eyes. And of course like other werewolf races, he is handsome. "Jake?" . "Yeah?" he looked up at me. "So ... you're a werewolf too?" I asked in a tone of voice that I forced relaxed. Alex just glanced at my question.

Simultaneously, a werewolf with a muscular body and bright red eyes emerged. "Rondolf!" His deep baritone filled the room. Rondolf drew Rula up and hid her behind his broad back. "Rula, stay behind me." Rula was trembling furiously. "What do you want, Xar?" Rondolf eyed him observantly. "You shouldn't have come here." Xar is a werewolf of the Rongue type. Half of his soul has been possessed by a demon from the failure of the red moon cycle. Cruelty and brutality were the reason the herd avoided this Rongue.

He ran swiftly through the woods until he knew he was finally free! Austin emerged from this experience as a stronger, more resilient person and werewolf, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. But 1st things 1st he had to find out who had tried to kill him. Who could he trust? Everyone had been so welcoming to him in the new pack but clearly, someone was not who or what they seemed. He would have to be very careful with who he trusted. Arystyn at this point was the only one whom he completely trusted.

The air in the chamber didn't just chill; it died. The figure standing in the corner was a grotesque mockery of life. Ronan’s body, which Zayden had broken with his bare hands, stood upright, but his limbs moved with a disjointed, mechanical twitching. The void-black eyes leaked a dark, viscous smoke that pooled at his feet. This wasn't a werewolf. This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

Her senses caught it, and she moved aside to the right. Her eyes opened, and her nose caught the smell. Someone was here. She turned to see Austin holding a gun, shirtless, standing in a doorway, light casting around his dark frame. His chest was ripped and hard with muscles, scars, and tattoos. His eyes held hers with no remorse. "I was hunting for prey." "Indoors?" "Yeah. Why are you moving around in the dark?" "Why do you have a gun?" "I'm a werewolf. I hunt." "With a gun?"

I ask Dustin, hoping to hear what he will give me in response. “I can defend myself but I don't just want to because I'm guilty and I'm receiving my punishment as stipulated.” His hand releases a bit and pulls out of his grab, taking this opportunity to dash to them. The first person I happen to meet with directly opposite me becomes Aaron, the eldest among those who were really beating Austin. “Is that how you act just because he's a werewolf and not strong like you guys?” My voice barks loudly, I grab his shirt, not wanting to release. “Come on, tell me!”