Demon Werewolf Novelas e Histórias

The Blood Demons consisted of rogue werewolves, who came together two years ago to form a pack separate from the twelve established packs of West Volken. Abiding by their different laws, they were ruled by a nameless Alpha and under his leadership, did whatever they wanted without fear of consequences. Over the last year, they threatened the diplomatic relationship between the wolves and humans through their insouciant killings and maiming of the human population of West Volken. Through the council which consisted of Denzel, his father, the mayor of West Volken, and the catholic priest, they managed to cover up the murders and injuries as the work of a wild animal in order not to expose the

Vincent went on, “Nobody knows what their full motivations are, or what their plane of origin is like. Suffice to say, a few decades ago, demons developed the ability to enter our world in material forms. That was the beginning of the Demon War.” I bit my lip as Vincent explained how demons had immediately begun to attack and destroy werewolves, seeing them as the greatest threat to demonic dominance over the world. The demons had spared no one, not even children. Their wide-ranging abilities, coupled with their new material forms, made them almost impossible to defeat – though the werewolf world had tried its best.

They were up to five in number. "What is going to happen, please?" I whimpered to myself, drawing my feet further away. Just then, my gaze fell on a sorcerer, and then I knew what it was again... My lips quivered with both hands clutched tightly. My legs were too weak to carry me further. I paused my pace, knowing full well that I would fall if I took another step. The use of wolfsbane to see if there is a demon in the werewolf is the most painful moment of a werewolf's life.

There were no vampires in the area as their smell was easy to distinguish, and it left us with only one species. He was a demon. "Hey! Leave the girl alone!" I shouted, catching his attention, his body going stiff, a clear sign ‌I had disturbed his insignificant event. "I said leave the girl alone!" I shouted once again, Cybele sharing the same thoughts as me as I felt the surrounding air becoming heavy. "You, a measly werewolf with no powers whatsoever. How dare you command a higher species than you? Do you wish to die?" The demon turned towards me, his red blazing eyes with blood dripping mouth looking as Sinister as ever.

He was flipping through the rolodex calmly. “I am not going to play games with you demon, speak!” Cash snarled at him. “You’re no fun, sadly. Alright. You are a part of my missing demon issue because it was one of your own that summoned it from one of the dirtiest of my pits. That’s Hell speak, not my literal pits. And of course, they had help, and that’s where Ayda’s lovely friend Reggie comes into play. So, let's do the connection! A werewolf was possessed by a demon, who belongs to me, who got help escaping Oblivion from a werewolf that belongs to you, which a witch, ha, helped make it all happen, which is, Ayda’s witch, and it’s Ayda whose life, or very being, is most at stake. Of course

Maxion said, facepalming his self. “I'll have to agree with you there.” I replied. “A good number of these slaves were people we captured from opposing werewolf packs or people who committed heinous crimes so they should be happy I didn't kill them.” “Exactly what we were saying earlier.” Chief Dara said. “Give them a little and watch them work all over you.” I nodded in agreement while watching their supposed leader talking to some people beside him. “Who is that man?” I asked. “Um…I really do not know?” Chief Dara replied.

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!

Alex still tried to maintain a patient tone, “Although the First Demon King was indeed a werewolf, we are not his descendants. And I believe that he never had any descendant at all, your race made sure of it. Our pack came from a long line of were-beasts that stayed in the forest even after the rise of the First Demon King. And the closest contact that our ancestors had with the First Demon King was when they signed the pact that he will leave our ancestors alone while he tries to take over the world.”

When I pulled them back out, they were slick with my pussy wetness. “Damn it! I usually only had wet dreams when I was close to my heat or in my heat. But about Damon? This… was a first. I couldn’t believe it. I hate Damon. I hate everything about him. I can’t even stand him being near me. So why the fuck did I just have a wet dream about him? Damon was an Alpha. I was an Omega. Living in the same house with him was a biological nightmare. I tried to stay away, but he was always there, leaking his damn pheromones, filling the house with that stupid, irresistible scent.