Despicable Me Werewolf Novels & Stories

Kambiri and Kamdiri stared and the men on black with reddish eyes as they clenched their fist, and a lot of veins was seen on their ankle. "You are stepping on our toes," Kamdiri said as he was breathing heavily. "I wouldn't repeat myself! where are my boys!" Kambiri yelled at them!. "Roars.." something roared before a werewolf jumps down from the high branch of the tree in his werewolf form and then transfer back to human and it was "Wisdom" "Master," he said as he bowed to Kamdiri and Kambiri, this made them withdraw from their anger version as they stare at each other

that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.

Dirty pushed his disgusting cock into my mouth. 'NO!' I screamed in my head. My wolf growled viciously. I growled and bit down as hard as I could. I ground my teeth side to side. I felt the skin break, I tasted blood. Keeping my teeth locked down, I yanked my head back fast as far as I could. I felt his cock go limp, as it tore. I opened my bloody mouth and spit out the chunk of flesh. "Who else wants to be dickless?" I said menacingly.

Now she proved herself that she is a complete moron. “No I m not a snake but you may not be a real werewolf. How can werewolves be scared of the dark?” I intentionally provoked her this time. I was excited to see her reaction and I can’t explain how satisfied I was with her reaction. “Do you really want to know if I m real or not? Do you think I m a joke to you? You want to die, don’t you? I m not scared of anything especially the dark. Now show me the way or I m sure you will not see the sun again.”

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

,I asked. “She killed a worker and then she..she attacked me”,grandpa said,his voice breaking. “What do you mean she attacked you???”,I asked. “She was different from humans,her face,her eyes,her nails,everything was completely different,she wasn’t human,she was a….. I waited to hear what grandpa was about to say. “She was a werewolf and so was her husband ”,grandpa said. “Do you think it’s genetics??,can her children inherit it??”,I asked.

I asked with narrowed eyes. “Of course!” She replied with a slightly displeased expression on her face. “I know what a werewolf looks like y'know.” She said. “I am sorry if you feel offended by my doubt but being able to transform at the young age of seven is simply unheard of.” I said with a sigh escaping my lips. “That might be true but I knew what happened to me so I am telling you right now, that I did learn how to control my wolf powers at the age of seven.” She said with a confident look.

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.

She resolved and looked away. And It was only then that her words sank in. Did she just fucking say that the Dwarf Commander has abilities? As in magic? I drove my gaze to the Dwarf Commander and in that instance, I saw the proof I needed. The Dwarf Commander was seated on his Dwarf throne and before him knelt a Rogue werewolf who was bound in chains. The Werewolf didn’t look like one of the Rogues. He looked more like a Pack warrior who had been captured. The Dwarf commander had his left hand placed on the Werewolf’s forehead and he was mouthing things that were inaudible while the Werewolf just glared at him. A few seconds later, the Werewolf dropped limply to the, dried up like a scorched

My eyes flash dangerously and he sits down hesitantly, his gaze flickering to the security button that’s attached to the side of the desk. “No one’s coming to help. So if I were you, I’d cooperate. I’ll get to the point. As you probably guessed, I am a werewolf and I’m not Sebastian King, who is going to try to come to an agreement regarding the activation of those microchips. I’m here to tell you that that isn’t going to happen unless you’re ready to chip every single human as well.” I say, my voice now menacing low. “That is not your-”