Big Lots Werewolf Novels & Stories

Despite her harshness, at least she is warning me. “Thanks for letting me know,” I mumble, more to myself than her. I unlock the door and step out of the bathroom, making my way over to our couch to sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day… *** Two Weeks Later *** “It’s a big scandal that Reed Walton, the young owner of Werewolf CO and Walton Hotels and Walton Enterprises, has decided not to marry Victoria Blackwell. When we asked Reed Walton for a comment, he evasively replied that ‘things didn’t work out.’ Tonight, the werewolf council will meet to discuss this matter. The question on everyone’s lips is: What happens now?”

In the middle of our arguement, Othello stormed into the room, “I don't think you both should be fighting over some thing this little, we have a bigger problem.” My face and Bruno's turned serious, “What is it?” Othello bit his lower lips anxiously, “Some weird-looking creatures, alongside the werewolves are here… the real werewolves. They came with their alpha leading in front.”

"Mom, what if I don't have a wolf? I haven't heard any indication that I have a wolf. I really don't think I have a wolf. I don't want to embarrass you or Dad. Could we please just have a quiet dinner?" "Dear, you have a wolf. Your Father and I are confident. This party will celebrate how special you are." I sighed and tried again, "Please Mom. I don't want a party." My Mom looked hurt, but it was fleeting. She recovered and spoke in a confident tone that brooked no further argument "Dear. You have a wolf and we will celebrate your coming of age." I sighed, knowing I wouldn't win and mentally added the party to my list of things I was worried about and dreading.

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.

Watching Mari walk away knowing she was finally safe was like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I did not particularly like Alpha Carter, but he was an Alpha. He was bound by the rules of our werewolf council. I had seen the shock within his eyes as he registered what had been going on. I think the truth was, I had known he was suspicious from the questions he had thrown my way when we had spoken before. He had known something was off, and, oddly, he had seemed determined to find out what it was...

He stands up and howls in front of wolf Soga’s dead body. In the epic clash between Gale and the Betas against the werewolves and ogres, it was clear that victory was within reach for the combined allied forces. With a stroke of strategic brilliance, the witches unleashed their formidable powers, tipping the scales even further in favor of Gale and his allies. Sensing defeat, the vampires wisely retreated from the battle, recognizing that they stood no chance against this overwhelming force.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

I didn’t really want to stick around for those questions. “Ton of requests for your services, but there’s one in particular I think you should seriously take a look at,” he said. He sounded excited instead of his usual bored self, so my interest was piqued. “Tell me about it.” “Some super rich guy wants a pack taken out. Says that they run a lumber mill and it’s in direct competition with his.” I made a noise. I didn’t care why the guy wanted the werewolves killed. It never interests me.

With eyes full of murder. Four against one. Just when I think things can’t get any worse, something steps out of the woods. A giant white wolf, walking low on all fours. He’s huge—at least six times bigger than any of us. And he looks pissed. At first, I think he’s coming for me. But then I see Roman and his pack stiffen in fear. "Shit," Roman mutters, backing away. "It’s the Silver Havoc Pack." The white wolf growls, deep and threatening. A few seconds later, his werewolves appear behind him, stepping out from the trees.

(Almira’s POV) I stood on the deck of the luxurious cruise ship, watching the frenzied celebration of the wolf packs. The void within me grew deeper. This is the annual Hunt Festival for all werewolves, a highly anticipated event akin to a year-end celebration. This year, it was hosted by the strongest wolf pack in North America. Not only did they provide expensive drinks, but they also gathered werewolves from various packs, greatly increasing our chances of finding mates.