Canadian Werewolf Show Novels & Stories

He shrugs his shoulder and gets inside the house. *** "Where are they now?" Accalia asks immediately when she gets into the underground office of her uncle. "They're moving to different places," Lycano said while showing Accalia the photos he got from his own CCTV and special cameras that can detect werewolves from miles. Several werewolves are now wandering to a different place near the dark alley. No one can't seem to know that they are on the rooftop of their houses, in their backyard, and on a dark street.

she looked back at me. I stopped at her comment. "I'm joking again, when will you get that I am." she again teased. I shook my head. We made our way to the back of a small cottage. I got nervous when I saw a group of werewolves who seemed the same age as us. Young, handsome men and beautiful females. They were all sitting at a small river chatting. Their attention turn to us as they sensed us. They all got up as if they wanted to leave. "She's my brother's savior, the human I told you about years ago," Cali told them.

If I showed my weakness, they would immediately start a war and overthrow me. The party of the Alphas held every five years was the most important event of the werewolf clan, and the one that gave me the most headache. I intended to show up only at the time the party started to avoid having to face old men who always pretended to be older than me to make unfriendly suggestions, but when the party was about to start, I changed my mind. I got there earlier than expected, I didn't know why I made that decision either. Maybe the moon goddess pointed it out to me.

Lola’s pov, It was the day of the moon festival a couple of weeks later. The normally quiet village was buzzing with sounds. Lola walked through the fields that were filled with little stalls where people could sell things. Every stall sold something different from hand-made clothes to carved wood, to home-cooked meals. Besides the stalls, there were different areas where you could play all sorts of games. Lola saw a couple of wolves doing a strength battle with a big rope between their teeth. She rolled her eyes at the excessive display of growls and grunts and walked to the big dancefloor in the middle. There was a band playing and around the wooden dancefloor, there were lanterns in the s

Third Person POV “Zachary,” Nova calls her mate and Alpha before he loses what is left of his temper. “Yes, my Luna is correct. Without a calm head, we will all dissolve into chaos,” Alpha Zachary Biczi stands at the head of the table. Down the right side, Alphas and Betas from the werewolf packs that now control all of Canada and most of of what used to be the United States. Down the left side, delegates and leaders of the remaining Humans, currently holding on in the former state of Florida and it’s Keys.

Still Alpha Female Ciciane's POV "Xanna!" I exclaimed loudly to catch the attention of my friend who was tidying up the bedroom of the suite in the hotel. "You must come here, there is something you absolutely have got to witness with your own eyes!" When we stepped into this room this morning to do our work, I noticed that the kind guest had left the television in the sitting area turned on for us. My curiosity was piqued and I turned it on to the Werewolf Media Network, a media outlet that provides an unparalleled look into various wolf packs around the globe. It has been quite some time since news of my species reached me so I couldn't conceal my excitement upon getting this opportunity.

It all seemed too complicated to explain when he was clearly tired. "It went well," I said simply. "Better than expected, actually." Dominic raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing there was more to the story, but he didn't press. I reached for the remote and turned on the television. "They're showing the final episode of 'Healing Howls' tonight. Want to watch?" He nodded, settling more comfortably beside me as the show began. It was a supernatural therapy series starring Sophia Winters, who played a counselor helping traumatized young werewolves.

(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.

I said aloud. “Now we have to get back home, mama has some tasks for me later in the day” She took me through another route home. “You can either take this route or the other” she said excitedly. “And later in the evening we would go to the boxing center to watch an interesting show” “What is the show all about?” I asked her. “Normally every weekend, in the evenings there’s always a match between two werewolves. It is used to determine who the strongest is. At the end of the day, the strongest goes home with a reward from the crowd”