Romans & histoires Dire Werewolf

I unstalled it quickly and had it open no more than barely enough to look through. What I saw made me shudder. fires burned in the streets. Black-helmed men moved between buildings with a presence too large—to too utterly big—to be mere bandits. The air rang with screams of human beasts And then I beheld them. Werewolves. Not the usual wolves, but giant red-eyed beasts with speck-covered glowing fur and blood. Werewolves. I struggled to gasp, as finally realization caught up. No bandit raid, this time. War had come to Green Hills.

She led him with a solemnity that bade everyone else be quiet and grave, also, as he marked the forehead of the first Werewolf. Red went down the line, making a small cut on the pad of each member’s thumb, pressing it into his own corresponding wound, before applying it with small, sure strokes to their foreheads. “This will now mark them as dead, and grant you all of their given powers, for as long as the blood remains.” Grandma intoned. “So now, when you tell their leader that the Pack are all dead, you will not be lying. This will buy you some time.” Red nodded, saying nothing. There was nothing more to say.

The air thickened with foreboding, heavy with the stench of death. As he rounded the corner, his worst fears materialized. Blood. Carnage. Bodies. Nicholas's vision blurred, his mind reeling in horror. His pack members, once strong and vibrant, now lay lifeless, their bodies torn and battered. The mansion's entrance, once a symbol of safety and refuge, had become a gruesome crime scene. Before him, the lawn was strewn with the lifeless bodies of his loyal werewolves, six of them in total. The sight was a grim testament to Levi's brutality.

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.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

Because she was the only one who could prevent my elder son from killing my younger son. "Five Million!!", Now it's my turn to be surprised. When I would be lying if I say that I was just surprised in fact, I was shocked as well. I saw my son glaring at me and then his eyes zeroed on his wife. If looks could kill then the person who brought that bitch to this state would have been dead by now. "Five Million!! Oooh! This's too much. This's the highest bid amount for any werewolf which we had sold in the history.", The bidder said. "Five Million one, Five Million two...and sold."

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.

He enjoyed the attention. “I’m tired of keeping the boy in the dark,” I said. “It’s for his own safety. Zach, there are werewolves and vampires in this town. Rafael is a blood sucking vampire.” Rafael’s face changed, veins lining the skin below his lower eyelids became visible, gray-ish under pale skin. He opened his mouth wide, flashing long sharp fangs at me. Hannah screamed, standing and pulling Zach into her arms. She staggered back and made him stand behind her.

Wade chuckled. “I stink like a werewolf.” William winked. “More like a dog.” howled Wade. Dara entered the room. “Dara he just called you a dog.” William pointed at Wade and laughed. “No I didn’t. I called you a dog.” Wade looked at William. “I’m a werewolf so as Dara. If you call me a dog, you call her a dog too.” howled William. “Dogs are better than zombies. At least they’re alive.” Dara laughed.

Kaler finished speaking, he was about to get out of the car, but Azura stopped him; she said: "How do you know those people out there are the organization DESTROY WEREWOLVE? Make it clear, Kayler." Kaler's eyes were still fixed on those people; they remained still and waited for their prey to surrender their lives. This is the working style of the DWW organization. If the prey intends to run away, he will receive a more tragic death if they catch him. Kayler once almost died when he met them; fortunately for him, a werewolf rushed out and saved him from this organization. Thanks to the logo on his shirt, he recognized them from afar, which showed a werewolf with a sword pierced through his t