Big Lots Werewolf Novels & Stories

Determination surged through our veins, overpowering the devastation we had witnessed moments before. The scene was set, and Simon and I stood face to face with the colossal werewolf. It was a daunting sight, as the sheer size of this creature made our wolves seem like mere pups. Its reddish-brown eyes seemed to glow with an intense fury, and they were as large as dinner plates. Its claws and fangs were colossal, measuring at least twelve inches in length compared to our meager two-inch appendages. The monster's sheer terror was evident to all who stood before it.

Carl asked, grabbing Big Ben’s nightshirt. Big Ben, still groggy, took a moment to answer, “The last room down the hall…” Before he finished, Carl was already turning away. “Carl!” Big Ben suddenly called out, “Why are you looking for the witch?” Big Ben glanced at the time. “Damn, it’s not even 8 o’clock!” Carl paused, trying to stay calm. “I need to ask her about the werewolves. We’re moving soon, and there can’t be any mistakes.”

I gasped, falling to the ground and coughing blood. I looked immediately. It was a very big werewolf on its two legs, holding Lucas in one hand. “Stay away from my children,” I screamed, looking around at the other wolves. They were dead, all of them, in one swoop. That's when it dawned on me… we are doomed, at least that's what it looked like until Liam screamed. “Let him down!” I looked immediately. Liam had shifted, and he rushed the big wolf. It tried to catch Liam but he slipped behind it and botched the hand that held Lucas. The wolf roared in pain, letting go of Lucas immediately. Lucas shifted too.

Closing my eyes, I rushed my words, “The pictures had you and some of them had this big black scary wolf, I don't know. When I asked him why he was showing it to me, he said it was you. That you were the big black scary wolf. He said you are a werewolf”

In the vast, gloomy clearing, the two groups met for the impending battle. The air was thick with tension; eyes gleamed with the determination of each individual. On Kratos' side, the bloodthirsty vampires were positioned in formation, ready to attack. At his side, Marcos, Nolan's father, led the rogue wolves who had betrayed their own people in pursuit of power.

Billy was shaking with anticipation as the screen popped to life. The ad had us all staring in shock. It was directed to werewolves. 'Werewolves, need protection from the new spells that are out there? Tired of having the skin melted off your pack? Invest now in these protection spells. Need only be drunk by your pack once a day. Each protection spell sold separately, buy today.'

He saw an old, empty warehouse and a werewolf over three meters tall with his back to him, chewing on fresh meat in his hand. There were also a few plastic bags from the supermarket scattered on the ground, one of which contained a large piece of fresh meat that the werewolf had not had time to eat. But Wolfgang was not in the mood to wait for him to finish his meal. He squinted his eyes and stared at the werewolf's back, coldly asking: "Did you hurt Emily, Big Bang?" Clearly, the werewolf named Big Bang heard him, but he was indifferent. He continued to chew while making a sneering sound from his nostrils.

But, mum and dad were still stunned and dumbfounded while looking at Big Boss as he kept on talking about their full of betrayal kind of friendship. "What do you want, Big Boss?" I interrupted his long speech when no one at the table dared to open their mouth. Then I reached out to Melissa's hands, giving her the sign to get prepared for the worst battle in history. And I know mum and dad were already aware of the inevitable battle against Big Boss and his hundreds of hungry and furious wolves. The worst part is that, out of the thousands combined, Vladimir's and dad's wolves dropped lesser compared to Big Boss's when they have killed each other already.

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

Because she was the only one who could prevent my elder son from killing my younger son. "Five Million!!", Now it's my turn to be surprised. When I would be lying if I say that I was just surprised in fact, I was shocked as well. I saw my son glaring at me and then his eyes zeroed on his wife. If looks could kill then the person who brought that bitch to this state would have been dead by now. "Five Million!! Oooh! This's too much. This's the highest bid amount for any werewolf which we had sold in the history.", The bidder said. "Five Million one, Five Million two...and sold."