Big Lots Werewolf Novels & Stories

Their dwellings are just below, others are on the side of the stairs to and down the shrine. As they passed by the pack’s houses, every werewolf bowed to them. Well, all of them know about the tragedy that has happened 18 years ago. When Fenris and the others arrived at the shrine earlier, the altar was almost full of flowers. It must have come from his pack. Until they get to the end where the big house is, where Alpha, Beta, Gamma and the Fenris’ family live. Fenris approached his father and mother and rest each of his arms on their shoulder, as he gently caress their back.

The drama that was playing on the stage was about the little boy who , a special born who killed his mother, the Luna of the pack. " I hope we are following." Ruckus said, eyeing Derek. He smiled. It was obvious Derek was getting uncomfortable. " The story is about a young special born wolf who took the life of his own mother. " " That's strange." Alpha of the blood river pack said. " Quite sad. The boy mus be a curse to the pack." Ruckus giggled. " I bet he is. Someone like that gas to be a monster that will keep killing without stopping. " He eyed Derek.

Elroy was disdainful, "You are lying to me. I saw with my own eyes that a few of your Giant Wolves could defeat hundreds of Timber Wolves. The outside world is not dangerous to me." "It's not me who should feel scared, but those weak werewolves of other races!" Elroy held his head up proudly. "Prince, it seems that I have to tell you the secret about our Giant Wolf before you agree to go back with us." "What secret?" "Except for the Giant Wolf, the life expectancy of other werewolves is only one hundred years. Aren't you curious why?" "Why?" Elroy's curiosity was really piqued. So was I.

Richard adds. "If you don't like it, Elton. We could go on to Sea World. And the weather is lovely." "In big brother Richard versus killer whale, I think I know who would come off worst." Richard doesn't seem to hear Elton's words. "And they are one of the top-rated companies for dealing with werewolf diseases. You know lots of werewolves can't shift into wolf shape when they're eighteen." "Emma is under our protection, she doesn't have to learn how to shift into a wolf form," Elton says.

There is this one story that is always told called 'The Wolf People' (The Wolf People) Thousands of years ago, there was a tribe of people who lived in the deep parts of the forest known as the Wolf People. It's been said that these people had the ability to change or shape shift from human to wolf, also known as werewolves. They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies.

Ethan revved up the engine and just like that, we were out of that suffocating town. After hours of driving, we came to the big city of Azaunah. The number one city in the werewolf world—where you can find the richest werewolves. The most famous people in the city were the alphas, also called the Wesley brothers. Their faces were all over the tabloids, billboards, you name it. It was time for a change and I knew this would be the place to start.

"Yeah, we were in the bedroom when we heard it. This werewolf was huge, probably the biggest I've ever encountered. Pitch black fur, red eyes like they were glowing, and he had some sort of shape…um…a star over its eye." Spencer tensed up behind Lottie, and she turned to regard him. "Do you know something?" "Maybe," Spencer said. "See what else he knows." "That must have been horrible for you," Dottie said, carefully wrapping her arms around his left arm. "Whatever you need, Cristobal, we are here for you," Molly said, wrapping around the other. Lottie couldn't help but roll her eyes. "What else can you remember, Cris," Lottie asked.

Today, my company is generating millions every month- It’s the biggest marketing company in the human realm. I have a few branches in different countries. And my pack, Blood Moon is the second most wealthiest pack in my realm, before my pack, is the Werewolf King, who happens to be my fucked up uncle. Not many Alpha’s have businesses in the human world. But the ones that do, they exchange their human money for Gold.

"What is it now?" "The Summer Solstice Convention is this weekend. Will we be attending?" Paul's frown deepened. "Of course, we will." It was a ridiculous question, in his opinion. The convention was the biggest event of the year for werewolves, organized by the Lycan himself, where alpha families from all packs in the two American continents gathered for an entertaining evening. It would be an enormous disgrace if the Chicago Pack didn't attend. Paul would never allow the world to think his pack was suffering a crisis.

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?