Novel & Cerita Cheat Werewolf

The wolf whimpered and bowed its head in surrender. ”Elsie of the Gold Moon pack, can I confirm that you surrender?” The Council Elder’s voice boomed. The wolf nodded. “ I can confirm that Jamie of the Wolf moon pack is the winner!” Announced the Council Elder. A cheer erupted from the spectators. “No! She cheated! She shifted into a wolf and a bear!” Shouted Raoul’s Mother. “The rules say shifting, it does not say shifting into what. Therefore, it is allowed.” The council Elder said.

"I would beat you this time" "Now let's see how that happens" I teased her laughing. And true to her words, she beat me. I knew she cheated, I did not understand how that happened to even though I was very watchful, but somehow I still new she cheated. Maybe the same way I knew Lesley cheated too when I played with him. Come to think of it, they are of the same kind. They must be using their wolf powers to play. We played again and just like before, she won.

I asked. “It does,” Kael replied. “Only those with werewolf blood can pass through. To humans, it’s just an endless forest.” The weight of his words settled in as we began walking again. The tension from the race melted away, replaced by a playful camaraderie. Kael praised himself, saying he won the race because I stopped before him. I refused to accept defeat and blamed him for cheating. “You cheated,” I said suddenly, Kael raised an eyebrow. “Cheated? I won fair and square.”

Gunner gently touched my cheek, calming me and bewitching me with his charm. My cheeks burned before I laughed nervously. He flashed a grin into his lips before he held my hand and squeezed it with gentleness. “Matebond is only for weak werewolves. I know we will have a perfect and lovable bond,” he added. “It's better because you know I don't like to be cheated on. Cheating is non-negotiable for me. It's better if you reject her immediately before I know about her.” I declared. My tone became firm and authoritative, which led him to slowly nod at me.

“That was the rule, Prime Wolf. You just violated trial by combat terms.” The starlight circle flickers and I realize I just forfeited, I won the fight by becoming something that breaks the trial rules. “She cheated,” one of the Covenant wolves shouts. “The False Prime used cosmic corruption to win, the trial is forfeit!” The thousands of Covenant warriors surge forward ready to attack despite their Alpha being down. And my Void Wolf nature doesn’t care about rules or trials or werewolf law, it only cares that these wolves threatened my pack and that threat needs to be eliminated.

Despite my frailty, the former alpha female's aura still commanded respect. "Luna, may the moon bless your union," she said, her voice trembling but joyful. Dominic knelt before my grandmother, a gesture of profound respect rarely shown by alphas outside their own bloodline. He listened attentively as she shared traditional pack wisdom and blessings, showing no impatience despite the ceremony's interruption. The gathered pack members, sensing the shift in power dynamics, began offering congratulations. "The alpha and his mate are truly moon-blessed!" "Who claimed the she-wolf had no mate? Her alpha merely arrived with the hunter's moon rising!"

Just as I was about to respond, I saw the police crouching in the corner, signaling to me. I took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll transfer the house to you both. We'll go to the property office tomorrow to finalize the paperwork." Laurence eyed me suspiciously. "You're agreeing so easily. Are you planning something?" I gave him a fake smile. "Believe whatever you want." Laurence stared at me for a few seconds, then nodded. "I believe you. But you have to transfer the money to me first." I unlocked my phone and opened my banking app, then handed it to him. "You can enter the bank account number yourself."

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.