Don't Look Back Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

The stage blew with a loud bang. Sparks flew, hit the linen curtains—and boom. Fire tore up fast. Smoke rolled in thick, choking the air with the stench of burning fabric. Wolves screamed. Bodies shoved. Someone slammed into my back—I hit the stone hard. Pain ripped through my arm as my wrist cracked loud. I tried to get up—too slow. Another wolf's foot crushed down on my back mid-sprint. My chest caved under the weight—I almost spit blood.

The kind that makes me wonder what could happen if I only push a little further. The rest of the pack remove their robes as acolytes walk the circle offering bites of hearts, enough to go around. The communal nudity isn’t arousing in the way Owen’s was to me; it’s just a fact of the transformation. They take their bites, change their shapes, and when a ring of fearsome werewolves stands in the circle, He throws back his head and releases an unearthly howl that reverberates through my entire body. The rest of the pack joins Owen in howling, the cries of not-quite wolf, not-quite human voices piercing the sky in a primeval prayer, and I run from the building.

Chapter 1: The Haunting Moonrise In the village of Ravenswood, a sense of unease gripped the inhabitants as the night of the full moon approached. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, a chilling howl echoed through the forest. The villagers shuttered their windows, locked their doors, and whispered tales of the werewolf's return. Chapter 2: The Hunter's Burden

She immediately walls into a corner to change for the big game. She began to evolve into her real self. Her fingernails and toenails grow more longer. He skin became more pale. Her fangs grew. It is unusually longer than others. Hers seem special but no one noticed. Her eyes changed into a red fiery colour. She hissed as she join the line for the big game. 💎THE CITY💎 Conri and Collen walls briskly on a lonely road. They had three other werewolves walking behind them. They were looking for a vampire for the ritual. Collen smokes a cigarette and sips from a bottle of bear while Conri tries to avoid the cigarette smell.

For the past three months, he has been trying his best to cheer me up in one way or the other. Even with his tight and heavy schedule, he always finds time to visit me two or more times a day. Though we'd kissed numerous times, I make sure not to keep up to that strange and unknown feeling that disturbs me. I returned to the table and sat down on the chair in front of it. I switched on the lamp so I could continue from where I stopped where I was reading. I smiled as my gaze landed on the paragraph where I stopped in such an interesting story. It's a werewolf story titled The Alpha's Revenge written by mystic writes. It's available in Goodnovel alone.

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.

I need to know more about them, about their lives, and what it's like to be a we're. “What are we watching?” I whisper to Jacob, hoping he can hear me. A smirk grows on his face, "no use in whispering, baby. We can all hear you easily. We're watching Elwi. It's about a woman who escapes prison to find her son." I nod as I pop some of the Sour Patch kids into my mouth, feeling my face twist at the sour flavors mixing on my tongue. An arm snakes around my shoulder, pulling me closer to Jacob. His arm is muscular. I feel so safe wrapped up in his body. You would think werewolves would be cold, but Jacob is damn warm.

She watched as the wolf stared back at her, its eyes intense with alpha energy. The wolf held a gaze with her for a moment, "Stay back!" She mellowed, fixing her eyes on him. Silence... Her shudders were the only noise coming through. After a few tense moments, the wolf suddenly turned and ran off into the woods. Selena was left behind, her heart racing as she realized how close she had come to danger. She made her way back home, replaying the events in her head and wondering what kind of world she had stumbled upon.

he replies with an elated tone, splashing some cold water into my face. “Aaaaah,” I shriek, jumping back, hitting the sink with my butt. He laughs hard, and I momentarily relax, joining in his laughing. As the shower starts running, we drop the act. “What do you think?” I ask. “Well, for starters, this is a werewolf pack’s territory for sure,” Jason motions for me to get in the shower and turns his back to me. “The Greyback pack territory we visited had no remains of any buildings. It was possibly magically moved. The Howler’s Pack territory had bombed and burned down buildings. This pack was neither bombed nor moved. There are no signs of fighting or bullet marks on the buildings. Still, I