Bikers Vs Werewolves Novels & Stories

A low growl rumbled in his chest, making the ground vibrate subtly beneath my feet. Suddenly, the compound was alive with movement. The rumble of engines, the glint of chrome. The motorcycle club. They appeared out of the shadows, a tide of leather and steel, encircling Damon and his small envoy. Each biker pulled up, engines idling, forming a tight, menacing ring. And then, the wolves. More of them than I’d ever seen, their eyes glowing in the darkness, their huge forms flanking the bikers, mirroring their aggressive stance. The air crackled with a dangerous energy.

The two girls were a little surprised when they saw me, and it took them a few seconds of shock before they bowed to me. The Blue Sea pack regularly organized many competitions, and the running contest was one of the most popular. After all, the werewolves valued fighting ability and physical strength the most. Usually there would be two types of running, one was in the form of a human, the other was in the form of a wolf. I didn't know what contest they were talking about.

"Steel Serpents have the high ground here. Twenty wolves, three snipers. They're dug in with heavy weapons." He shifts to the eastern valley. "Crimson Riders are here. Thirty wolves, mostly close-combat specialists. They're the muscle." South highway shows next. "Black Chain controls the road. Twenty-five wolves. They've got bikes and trucks for rapid response." Finally, the western creek. "Devil's Bones are the smallest group. Fifteen wolves, but they're sadistic bastards and are torture specialists." "That's ninety wolves accounted for." Cass does the math. "Where are the other hundred and ten?"

She could feel the same connection she felt with Callan buzzing inside of her. Callan looked deep in thought as he stared into the distance. He was glad that they had finally found their mate. But he wished it would have been at a better time. They were currently at war with the rogues. Rogues are werewolves who were kicked out of packs and lost their human side making them grow feral. the second most vicious pack in the world, the dark moon pack being the first. They were also being constantly attacked by vampires. The Drengr coven. The coven of vampires. They were known to be the most ruthless vampire coven in the east coast of Romania.

A sudden pain washed over them, and suddenly heard a growl on their minds that seemed to shake and rattle their bones. That just lasted for a second, but it is enough for them to have a thought of it. They haven’t even spoken yet, when someone connected a mind link to Gamma Zayev. “Gamma Zayev, some of our warriors suddenly got unconscious at their posts. We concluded that it is after we felt some fort of great mind link by some wolf that sends a sudden pain on all of us,” said one of the warrior werewolves. “Send some mind link to the warriors near the pack house. If there are any that are not affected, send them to the areas guarded by the fainted warriors. And bring our unconscious warrio

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

"but don't worry Alpha Cedrick hears nothing about this from me. One final request though. Make sure the man with a devil face from them could not make it out alive, okay?" We even smiled at Damon to prolong his worries and fears before Maverick and I ascended into the air. As soon as we reach the part where it was already impossible for the wolves to catch me, we stayed our eyes beneath us. The battle between vampires and wolves then flared up. Feeling intrigued about whose team wins, I stop moving forward. I remain as high as possible. Monbert indeed showcased his incredible strength and power when he manage to throw the four werewolves in one blow.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

The two drivers opened their doors and got out, walking towards me as well. “We don’t want any trouble, we are just lackeys in everything.” They held up their hands in surrender, holding still as I stalked past them to the van. I swung open the side door, its hinges protesting loudly. There was nothing inside except for road block equipment, vests, and someone’s half eaten sandwich. “Son of a bitch!” I slammed the door home and turned to the two wolves. I knew they were Black Haven, the stench of licorice was strong on them. The two bikers had joined the others, more than likely feeling safety in numbers. They were slight and about a good half foot or more shorter than me, making them as mor

Still, there was no response. I snapped my head toward Rowan and glared at him. “Call your fucking men to order!” Rowan wore a smug expression as he snorted. He raised his hand lazily. “Enough!” Instantly, his men pulled back and shifted out of their wolf forms. The bikers shifted as well, and they all stood there, injured in one place or another. Some had cuts on their foreheads, some had their faces ripped open with bones hanging visibly, some had broken limbs—but it didn’t take long before they healed, thanks to their werewolf abilities.