Austin Werewolf Novels & Stories

I turned to Austin and started to ask him about his mate. "Have you found your mate yet?" I asked, Austin shook his head, while reaching in his pocket and taking out a pack of cigarettes. I scrunch my nose up, because I didn't like the smell of it. Being a werewolf has its perks though, we won't be able to get sick from anything, so it wouldn't matter if he smoked ten packs a day. I still don't like the smell of it. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow, then recognition dawned on his face and thankfully he pocketed the cigarettes without lighting any.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

Is this a grudge-based murder, or is there someone targeting Others out here in Arrow Brooke? I’m not left alone with my musings for long. Before thirty minutes have fully passed, I see a familiar wolf burst into the clearing. Russet fur and larger than me, with intelligent amber eyes, Austin’s wolf form is magnificent, almost majestic even. I wait for him to shift back before I get to my feet. I’m surprised he came here alone. Maybe he was closer? He moves past me, his body a blur as he rushes towards the dead body. After a few seconds, he sighs, “It’s Marsha.”

My father died in a war. My mother died soon after because of a broken heart. They were mates. That is one reason I want to avoid finding my mate. The mated wolves are like two halves of a soul. They either die or turn mad with grief if their mate is lost. Very few wolves survive the ordeal of losing their mates. I want to avoid being one of them. Though my wolf has been searching for her mate ever since I hit puberty and shifted for the first time. After my mother's death, I was sent off to Australia to live with my aunt. Aunt Flora is a keeper. Keepers are humans who are aware of werewolves and other supernatural beings. Werewolves are very secretive and stay hidden from humans.

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man. And when the wolf got satisfied at putting its anger towards the man. It immediately thought of going to the place where they were supposed to live. It was about to run, but before he can do that, Peter came who’s in a flash got to the wolf’s side. And Peter immediately stabbed the syringe he was carrying, containing sleeping pills and wolfsbane herb. A herb that can effectively weaken a werewolf. But one dose of it is not enough to put Jax’s wolf down. So Peter immediately followed with two more pricks of syringes to the body of the wolf.

"At least explain why?!" Xavier sighs before flipping open a page. He thought he won't look like an idiot when he talked to him in his head in case he slips up and creates awkward facial expressions. "Werewolf senses require werewolf mana to operate. My guess is that Mr. Zyris is using something to block werewolf and vampire hearing to avoid anyone hearing about their conversation."

She had thought about the name because she knew that before the merging of the pack the initial werewolves were little in number but they had this strong within them and that seemed so strong ,which made her believe so much in them. I would like to bring up a name which who would bear from now on", Maria said. Rogues didn't believe in creating their own packs which was the reason many of them pulled off from their initial packs, but the way Maria carried the pack along made everyone want to belong . They were all cheered up as her speech went on. "From now on ,we would no longer be known as Rogues but we would be addressed as The strong pack", she said, while they hailed and cheered her up.

The kiss he gave me, I'm ashamed to say that we could have lived as a close couple. I curled up on my sheet as my mind recollected seeing the blood eyes wolf in his human form, only a shadow of him. He was very tall, taller than Turner. It was like he was a giant form of a human. He stood strong and was robust. I could see he had muscles, a lot. I was starting to wish it was not his shadow I had seen. I covered my head with my sheet not wanting to think about him. It felt wrong, after all, he was a werewolf and was evil.

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.