Big Lots Werewolf Novels & Stories

“We had him, Mother. The kid was cornered. Our nets were ready and our darts were loaded. It should’ve been an easy grab.” “Should – have – been,” I repeated slowly. “But it obviously wasn’t.” I said with a sly smile on my lips. He swallowed. “Something happened. Someone showed up.” I straightened. “Someone?” “A wolf,” said the one beside him. “ A very big wolf came out of nowhere and took us out like we were nothing.” My jaw tightened. “And you’re saying one wolf took down all seven of you?” “He wasn’t just any wolf,” the third man muttered. “He fought like he’d done it a thousand times. He knew exactly where to hit. He must be an Alpha.”

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

His aura of dominance radiated once more, filling the cramped apartment room. ​"I am a werewolf. Not just a regular wolf, but an Alpha. And what you did last night was a massive insult and a highly inappropriate act." ​Nichole fell silent for a moment. She stared at her boss's face—handsome and fierce, yet now looking so convincing in his delusion. ​Instead of arguing or panicking again, Nichole actually smiled even wider. An understanding smile she often gave her five-year-old nephew when the boy claimed to be a superhero.

“How predictable. The big bad alpha comes running for his little human pet. How sweet.” I growled low in my throat, the wolf pushing hard to break free. “Let us go, Victor. This ends now.” He laughed. “Oh, it’s only beginning. Take them.” His men closed in. I fought like hell, claws extending as I shifted partially, tearing through anyone who got too close. But there were too many. One of my men went down beside me. Another was dragged away. “Ryder!” Clara screamed as someone grabbed her from behind.

She didn’t think Bunny would like living with a kind werewolf, away from her house and all her other toys. The other two werewolves watched while Big Werewolf put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket. “I’ll eat this whole house,” said Big Werewolf. “Just you watch!” Big Werewolf pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from biscuits. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more. And more. And more. Eventually, Big Werewolf started to get bigger – just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of biscuits, he grew to the size of a large snowball – and he was every bit as round.

Norman, his eyes gleaming with a mix of defiance and cunning, retorted, "You and your gang may have sophisticated weapons, but we have the numbers. This war ends now, Big Lee." Their heated exchange was abruptly interrupted as Big Lee lunged at Norman, aiming to deliver a punishing blow. Norman, his agility unparalleled, evaded the attack and responded with a flurry of poisonous spikes, which Big Lee managed to evade most. The two formidable creatures circled each other, their eyes locked in a fierce, unyielding gaze. Big Lee's heavy, deliberate steps reverberated through the chamber, while Norman moved with a lethal grace, venom dripping from his fangs. As Norman threw more poisonous spikes

Ghost’s raspy voice asked over the receiver. “Obada,” Elder Obada said finally gaining his confidence back. “I have a deal proposition for you.” “Obada.” Ghost said the name like it was a familiar one and he was trying to remember where he had heard the name. “I’ve never heard that name in my life. Who are you?” “Elder Obada,” Elder Obada said. “The Alpha of the biggest werewolf pack in the world, the Black Wolf Pack.” Ghost paused for the quarter of a minute before he burst out laughing. “Is this like a joke or what?”

Talk about a party pooper. Before he could even finish his roar, a giant, matted furball of a wolf with one ear looking permanently on vacation lunged at William, the newest pack scout. But Brock, bless his lightning-fast reflexes, zapped the beast mid-air with a jolt of sparkly electricity. The rogue yelped like a dog who stepped on a bee and went flying backwards. Chaos erupted faster than you could say "rogue buffet." Rogues, way more than there were of us, flooded out of the woods, their growls a symphony of bad breath and murder. The air smelled like blood and panic, which wasn't exactly my favorite cologne.

“ how about now—“ before I could process a thing, right before my eyes, the big werewolf moved like a flash and the next thing I saw was the bloodied parts of the rogues on the floor. I gasped. The big guy killed him. “So do I continue?” he gritted his teeth. With a snap of my fingers, the other 5 rogues had all transitioned. “We are not scared of you,” their leader growled. “Hmm” the big guy chuckled. “Now this will be fun” And the fight began, claws against claws. The big guy slit their throats, pulled their hearts out, tore them limb by limb. It was gory, blood filled the place.

Biggest is just the lowest omega in the stratification of werewolves. Once upon a time, the alpha son in the pack disturbed Biggest, who was playing in the park. Little Biggest was unable to fight back, nor could he protect himself. It was then that Michael came with a fairly large rock. He chased the bad boys out even though, in the end, they were both battered. "Why are you helping me?" asked Biggest. "Even though we are of different races. Humans generally hate us–the werewolves." "I didn't help you," said Michael, smiling even though his face was bruised after being beaten. "I'm just trying to help myself in the future."