Big Lots Werewolf Novels & Stories

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

At that time, a loud growl echoed through the forest, which not only shook the leaves of the tree but also shook the legs of the wolves in the war. There was a cold wind blowing, and the black clouds covered the moon completely. Everyone turned to look in the direction where the growl came from. They saw the silhouette of a giant wolf approaching. The pack fighters of the Night Shade took a back step as they realized who had come to join the war. They did not expect him to be here. They regretted their decision to support Victor. The giant wolf came to a halt before Beta Robert, his red eyes darting around the fighters. His black fur was so dark that it made the Moon Valley Pack fighters afr

"You need to buy Lonely Sunset. It is the best piece you will ever see." Now all the rich alphas understand. They see that this painting is a masterpiece. I made it with just a few quick moves of my hand, and I changed the whole werewolf world. "I am bidding one hundred and twenty million pack resources!" a powerful alpha screams out. The price goes up so fast. Most of the wolves in the room look sad. They know their pack accounts cannot pay that much. Now only the biggest mafia bosses can play this game. "One hundred and thirty million!" a man with a scarred face yells.

It isn’t that hard of a question. Wait! I remember! I suddenly pop my head up and chime, “Business. This area has some of the biggest and most powerful companies in the country. The teachers also told us they were all human businesses.” Gus chuckles and shakes his head. “Well, you are partially right. We have some of the biggest and most powerful companies in the country located in this area, but those big companies are all owned and operated by werewolves. Our alpha, Wyatt, along with the previous alpha, Wyatt’s father, own and run those companies.”

His head swivelled towards me, a smirk spreading across his face. "You have no idea what kind of people these rogues are, do you?" I shook my head slowly, confusion etched on my face. "Have your parents ever told you the story about the big war? It was a long time ago, when werewolves fought against creatures that looked like wolves but weren't really wolves. They were fake wolves, made to trick people.” “They are evil creatures in disguise,” he added. I couldn't believe my ears. “What?! You mean that actually happened? I thought it was just a spooky story to scare us at night!”

“Here is the deal. Y'all will walk out and surrender. No magic or he dies.” Alpha Jones doesn’t bluff. He’s a ruthless werewolf. He could tell the number of witches in the mystic cave by listening to their heartbeats. The witches are outnumbered and he’s not alone. He got company -- the ancient vampires that lurk in the dark.

As the Hunter's Moon approaches, So does an age-old enemy, closing in on the Aspen Pack. Despite Braiden's natural hatred of Red, The two headstrong Alphas must unite to protect Misha, the Luna they both love. . . Big Bad Werewolf By H. R. Harney All rights reserved (c) 2025 Chapter One

What was this duo up to? Their house was beautifully decorated, but the colours were not the best. “How are you finding the place so far?” aunt Zora asked while we were eating. She turned to Zach whom she had strategically put next to her. Either she had great maternal instincts or she was so used to playing games and manipulating people. “Do you like it here, Zach?” “Yes, I want to see the werewolves,” he said, excitedly, making aunt Zora go pale. Bonnie gasped. “Emilia thinks there are many of them in this town. Werewolves are so cool.”

One stepped out of the pack, larger than the others, and spoke to the Great Wolf in a gravelly voice that sent shivers down Amerie’s spine. “You are beaten. We will take this world and feast on its fears.” The Great Wolf grunted and sat up, transforming back into a man. “You will not win. We will send you back to your world,” he said with a snarl. He coughed, blood spattering on the ground. “We will find the key and slam the door shut behind you. You cannot win.” A sinister laugh escaped the large Embertaur’s jaws. “You lay before us fading into the veil. You will not live to see the sunrise. The key will never be found. We destroyed it! We will feast on your power, followed by hers. You’ve

“Say it.” “Say what?” he asked, still trying to come to terms with her accusations. Anger still edged her voice. “You came here with more bad news didn’t you?” Lochlan straightened. “There is one pack.” “Werewolf or vampire?” “Werewolf. As I told you already, werewolves don’t run informal packs. Vampires create massive colonies they call hives where they live together, but werewolves are more nomads.” Lochlan stepped closer to the desk. “The biggest pack of werewolves belongs to Sven.”