Big Lots Werewolf Novels & Stories

I could sense nothing but anger from him, strong anger and hatred for the werewolves. "These werewolves who have been living among us stealing our information and plans so they can destroy everything we have and built will be weakened and killed, every single one of them, especially the blood eyes wolf who is known as the alpha of all werewolf!"Bazaar yelled with all his might in anger. Suddenly everyone turns to the wall hearing a very loud growl. "I see he has gotten the message," I heard Bazaar laugh. My attention turned to him and I didn't know whether it was him I should fear instead of the werewolf or both. He had seemed to finally lose his mind repeatedly going against the werewolves.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

ISABEL My eyes open when a thick voice cuts through the tension in the room from behind the mob and everyone looks back, moving aside for the owner of the voice to come forward. “Allan found a northern wolf in the woods,” the blonde-haired wolf says, rising to her feet. “A what?” The werewolf with a thick thick voice towers over me and, with strange courage, I look up to his face and realize that he is Nate. “Fuck,” he mutters as our eyes meet.

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

As we all took our seats, I asked, “So tell me about the culture here. I know in Louisiana; the humans are afraid of the Rougarou. Is that an issue here?” Alpha Blaze responded, “No. That’s not an issue. There really isn’t an issue like that. There are just a lot of hunters who have heard about giant wolves and they want a head on their wall.” I shivered at the visual that gave me. I shook my head violently, “The thought of that just scares the shit out of me. It literally makes me want to puke. There is no point at all for humans to be hunting these giant wolves other than just for trophies. Eating the meat is like cannibalism because we are human with a wolf spirit. You haven’t found any h

Werewolves are always buff, bulky and fully packed without even moving a finger, lucky bastard, they don't even need to work their ass out in the gym. Judging from the growl and dominance, power, authority, intimidating dark dangerous aura initiating from him, I conclude that I have not stepped on the tail of any normal doggy but an alpha one. Mahn. Now do I need to waste more time beating the shit out of this Mr. Big Bad Wolfie's huge fat ass. Well that would be fun and it won't be due to me since I didn't do anything to piss him off, still I don't know why he is offended. I had just bumped into him that too by mistake not purposely. Was it that bad?

he asked mom. “I’ll probably need years of therapy after this, but sure, go ahead, show us what you are about to do,” Mom said. Elma hugged Mom from behind, peeking from under her arms. As Dad shifted, something clicked inside my head. I could not believe it had taken me this long to connect the dots that had been right in front of me all this time. Briar Hawkins. Briar Wolf. I gasped. In front of me, stood the tallest and broadest werewolf I had ever seen. He was so huge that his head touched the chandelier hanging from the roof. I heard a loud thud behind me and saw that both Mom and Elma had practically fainted.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, why having a fucking VVIP fiance is jackpot. “Every wealthy person knew us werewolves. We are basically the walking devils here on earth, where people make a deal with us—mostly business and everything that is related to wealth—and we grant them, in exchange of a particular thing that we always end up agreeing and signing in.” A huge grilled and cheesy lobster greeted me. It’s the chunkiest, biggest, and meatiest lobster monster I ever saw—bigger than the ones in The Gazebo at the Flower Moon Hotel.

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.

To keep aside the book and ask him, curious to know more. "And when is that time Mrs Dawson?" " It's now Mrs Fernandes. The death wolf will rise very soon. Or maybe it has already risen but we are not aware." Deadly silence follows as everyone stares at him in fear. To only make Alexandria to scoff, breaking the deadly silence. "Oh come on! Don't tell me that you believe in this werewolves and mate's thing? They are utter bullsh**" She says challenging him, to only have him scoff. It was the first emotion he displayed and oh boy, did he looked pissed .