Canadian Werewolf Show Novels & Stories

Misha already has an Alpha, So why is she hearing another Wolf's voice in her mind? Red is a lone Alpha male, the most dangerous kind of Werewolf. The second Red sees Misha at the market, he knows she is his true Mate. Braiden is furious. He feels his control over his Pack and his Mate slipping away at the arrival of this new mysterious force in the forest. Can he protect them all, or will he lose everything? As the Hunter's Moon approaches,

~∆~ Rain's POV ~∆~ "We're going to Canada," I tell Mariah over breakfast the next morning, trying to keep my voice casual. She looks up from her coffee, eyebrows raised. "Canada? I thought the pack dinner was here in Chicago." "Change of plans. My parents can't leave their territory right now, so we're going to them." The lie tastes bitter in my mouth, but the truth is Luna discovered that the curse's effects might be stronger around other werewolves, and she thinks my parents, both former Alphas, might be able to help us understand what's happening to Mariah.

They introduce themselves as werewolves respectively. Hearing Beta Ridley's words, Mr. West, Mrs. West and Deanna were suddenly very surprised. The three of them looked at each other, wondering what was it that the wolves had come to their house for? "Hello Mr. West. Introducing, we are a werewolf from Zircon Pack, my name is Ridley and he is Maurice, my second child," said Beta Ridley. "Oh, the werewolf family has suddenly come to our house. What's the need, uhm..." Mr. Wesley broke off because he didn't know what to call his guest.

The full moon is a holy time for werewolves. Much in the way humans might dress nicely and congregate at a house of worship, a werewolf pack gathers for their own ceremonies together. For the Toronto pack, the place we gather is about an hour and a half northwest of Toronto. Long before Canada was New France, back in the days when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats, a pack inhabited a small village in the area, on what is now two-hundred acres of unspoiled land we can safely roam as the creatures we become every full moon.

Most of the forum threads had been abandoned for years, and most of them seemed like utter nonsense. There was one in particular, though, that caught my eye. The title of the forum post read: “I’m a werewolf hunter and I have PROOF.” Furrowing my brow, I clicked on the thread and opened it. “I’m not sure if anyone will take this seriously or even bother clicking, but to hell with it. I’ve been hunting werewolves for twenty years on the eastern coast of Canada and I have actual proof that they’re real. If you want to give me a chance and see what I have to offer, email me at the link below. I swear that what I have to show you will rock your entire world.”

Louis said. *** “We need to know who they are before we make them disappear” Wendy said to Jordan who just made one person disappear without any questions. “Ohh.. Forgot that” he said and they continued trying too fight the imposters that seemed to be everywhere around the room while the others went around the pack house closing every entrance and exit to make sure none of the we're able to come in and none be able to live. “Jordan, they’ve started killing pack members with a pinkish powder that seems only lethal to werewolves” Tasha said as she ran into the room panicking.

Surrounding the table were several antique chairs, their upholstery worn but well-maintained. On one side of the chamber, a massive tapestry hung from the wall. It depicted a majestic werewolf standing tall under a full moon, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Scenes of battles, rituals, and gatherings were woven into the fabric, illustrating the rich history of the werewolf lineage.

That shows how good the relationship is between the Cadieux clan and werewolves. On the other side, Adam was swarmed with guests around him. They asked about his well-being, his business, etc. The female werewolves were even more interested to test their luck, after hearing that Adam is finally invested with a woman. Being the Luna of the Hendrix clan, even if it is just for the sake of the breeding, won’t be bad.

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

After a while, I look at him in the eye and say, "Freddy, I am not a baby. Even if I am your wife, I cannot stay at home and wait for you all the time. I have my own stuff to do." All of a sudden, he holds my arm and throws me onto a sofa. When I am about to stand up and yell at him, something huge covers all the light from the crystal lights in the middle of the room. It seems to be a beast at first glance, but later I notice that it is Freddy who stands up from the wheelchair. Is this the difference between a werewolf and a human ? Before I decide whether to congratulate him or curse him, he rushes to me and holds my shoulder.