Novel & Cerita Derek Hale Werewolf

“There is a darkness far older than our kind. A wolf not born of the Moon, but of chaos. His name is Derek.” “He was a Lycan once, but the thirst for power changed him. He devoured his own pack, drowned his land in blood, and sought the Moon herself. He wanted to be a god. When he failed, he vanished, until the elders trapped him beneath the northern mountains, sealing him away with blood, bone, and fire.” “But seals can break. I fear someone will try.” “If you find this, dear Luna, know this: Derek cannot be reasoned with. He speaks in dreams. He tempts the gifted. He feeds off fear. If released, he will burn the world.”

“How…how do you know all this?” Auri smiled and let out a sigh. “I’ve got nine kids in there depending on me to tell them it’s okay and the things they are going through are normal. That they can live normal lives one day.” She put the cigarette to her lips, inhaled and exhaled before continuing. “Gale is part werewolf, part vampire. However, his human side died during the operation. I believe his name was Derek. Gale is his wolf. He’s not as much vampire as we are, a failure in the eyes of Oran. He will continue to age as a normal werewolf but he has the same itch as we do.”

Talia sighed as she retracted her hand from him. He sighed. "He would be fine," he said softly. She nodded lightly at that. "I hope so. He... His wolf, Hart, is so majestic, and huge. I never thought that a wolf would be so gigantic, and he is also such a teddy bear. It's really amazing, Derek." Derek grunted. "Well, Damon is an Alpha Werewolf, so it's normal for him to be that way." Talia shook her head. "I don't think so. I believe he is a special breed."

*5 years back* Derek pulled Zane to the side and whispered,"What happened man?",asked Derek, "Why are you so depressed?" "Derek, I'm not depressed, okay?",said Zane. "There are some things that....you don't know man" "Then tell me",said Derek. "This is not a good time to be keeping secrets" "Okay see..... I'm a werewolf.",said Zane

Derek grabbed the werewolf and flung him to the ground like a piece of trash, his face dark with fury. “By the authority of the Gamma Commander! The Red Moon pack’s Full Moon banquet is not some den for a pack of horny rogues!” he barked. The werewolf’s ribs were broken. He lay there groaning in pain, too afraid to utter a single complaint, but he shot me a vicious glare. I glanced at Derek. The possessiveness buried deep in that wolf’s instincts was truly pathetic.

Cove tore through enemy werewolves with a vicious efficiency, his claws slicing through flesh, his growls sending shivers down even the bravest of foes. And then… Derek emerged. He stood at the center of the battlefield, also in werewolf form, his broad frame illuminated by firelight. His fur a deep earthy brown colour and his dark red eyes locked onto Cove’s, and a slow, knowing smirk curled from his snort. “You’ve grown soft, old friend,” Derek taunted, rolling his shoulders as he stepped forward. “Hiding behind your warriors, behind your father’s stolen throne.” Cove’s growl rumbled deep in his chest. He would never be his father. But Derek would never understand that.

Ryker Starrk was an aggressive and cruel werewolf the supernatural world has never known. When Derrick Marshall , a primordial vampire and a master of the vampire assassin coven, heard of the untimely death of his younger sister. He blamed the whole werewolf race. He wanted their blood. His blood was boiling for revenge. He wanted to eradicate the werewolf race. Derrick was furious and became ferocious. In anger, he joins forces with the dark witches and wages a war with the werewolves.With the help of the dark witches and vampires from other covens. Derrick slaughtered over thousands of werewolves in cold blood.

Belinda couldn't tell if the people's reaction was good or bad, but they definitely had a reaction. The noise did reduce as Derek came into view, climbing onto the stage. He'd healed a whole lot from his injuries, but he was still obviously weakened. Everyone waited for him to position himself, watching as he stood behind the microphone, his face pale and his expression serious. He had two other men behind him, two very old werewolves. Belinda thought it was pretty smart that Derek had gotten the patriarchs of the two noblest families of the Chicago Pack on his side. It was one thing to be crowned Alpha by the Lycan, another thing entirely to gain the loyalty and acceptance of the pack he wa

He grinned but Derek's face remained serious, more serious than ever that Scott immediately felt that something was off. "What is it?" "Scott, go and deal with those bastards, I have tasted enough blood tonight" He said as Scott followed his gaze and was shocked by what he saw.

Her best and only option was to wait for Nicholas to pay the ransom so she could be released. Just then, the door was pushed open and Derek walked inside, holding a couple of papers in his hands. Diane looked at him as he walked in, and shook her head slowly. When she first met Derek Hale, she didn't like him. He thought he was a condescending jerk, a piece of crap who thought she was not fit to take over her father's company. But now, she realized that he wasn't just a jerk or a piece of shit, he was also a criminal. A psychopathic criminal.