Dragon Ball Werewolf Novels & Stories

’ Some of the wolves growled as they charged at the rogues. For the werewolves present, it was a beautiful show of superior strength. Although the rogues fought with brute strength thanks to Mary’s spell boost, they were no match for the pack’s trained warriors and assassins. The pack wolves fought with skill and finesse, making their alpha and all gathered proud. When one rogue charged towards where Deloris, Ryan, and the high priest stood, the high priestess quickly pointed her wand at it, instantly turning the angry wolf into a cockroach. “Seriously?” Deloris couldn’t stifle her laughter.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

“Zeev, please –” “Zane is a werewolf!” Those words froze Tyr, and he robotically turned his head to Zeev. “What?”

“Well… Not necessarily. The full moon is merely a trigger and also a power-up. Otherwise, you guys can change anytime once you’ve turned. And from what I can see, you’ve just went through your first transformation.” “I guess… I didn’t know I was a werewolf until now…” “Your parents were hiding it from you. They’re werewolves too.” “Hey, how do you know? It’s not like they changed in front of you or anything, did they?” “There are other ways of knowing, trust me.” “So, about this mind speak thingy…”

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

The creature growled; the look in his eyes seemed threatening. “Greetings, he is my loyal aul!” Amerta exclaimed happily; so different from the cold image that Venus knew so far. “You can call him Artha if you want. I got this Gal from the Third Earth, you know? So fabulous!” Venus gripped her bloody thighs. So, this is one of the Gal's that Portal Guardians mentioned when Venus arrived on the Second Earth. A werewolf, an aul, a Javanese werewolf. Mustaka?

Someone behind the counter turned up the volume on the TV, and the calm voice of a news reporter came blasting through the speakers. "Two weeks ago, the Alpha of the Lunar Dusk pack declared Drax Freling a fugitive for crimes against the entire werewolf species. Miss Rissa and Miss Lily, whose photographs also appear below, have also been declared wanted, dead or alive, for aiding and supporting the fugitive."

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

Despite the fact that he was the son of my adversary, I felt a spark when our flesh met. I introduced him after hauling him up, and I heard some voices chanting Devon's name. At the same time, rain began to pour, allowing me to flee the area. Devon's gaze shifted to the opposite side. Devon's eyes was drawn back to me as I reverted to a Werewolf. When he returned his focus to where I was standing, he was perplexed as to how I had vanished. His family came up to him and gave him an anxious embrace. I was hiding behind the bushes and could clearly hear their voices.