Escape Room In A Box: Werewolf Novels & Stories

Look what's there. Realizing that the countdown is for seconds, I hurried in the direction indicated. Are they stooped and major? Here it is, the box. Two werewolves who are allowed to take me. Wrenches, screwdrivers, a bank of screws, wire cutters. Wire cutters! They just got rid of the people, what they will do with the half-breed is terrible to imagine. Damn, how embarrassing! Use wire cutters with tied hands to untie the same hands, a task with an asterisk.

I finally here a low growl from my Lycan and I shiver goes down my spine and I open my eyes and was super surprised because the once pitch black room was now filled with light like some light men had come in and fixed a very bright chandelier. I could see the room very clearly. It was an empty room except for the countless numbers of wooden boxes scattered all around on the floor. It looked to me like normal boxes until I saw the chains around them. "What are those?" I asked to no one in particular "Those are locker boxes where wolves keep their hostages for several reasons and they could be in there for ages because it was sealed with some sort of dark magic" Alpha Gerald educates me and I

“But it ain’t for the parlour. I don’t fuckin’ know what it’s for – but we got a message, boys. A serious one.” He picked up the box, turned to Scars, held it out. Curious, Scars looked inside, and his stomach jumped when he saw the contents. “Fuck, Wolf,” he said softly. “Is it real?” “Yeah.” Wolf faced his brothers again, carefully tipped up the box on its side so everyone could see, but not so far that anything fell out. “It’s a finger.”

Taking a deep breath, I head back to the other door and use the keycard and his head to open it, dropping the gross, charred flesh to the floor in disgust, and I shove the door open wide. Inside, I find a small storage room, full of smoke from the fire next door, and in the corner is a large walk-in cage containing at least a dozen young female Werewolves, including the four taken from the school on the Midnight Eclipse land. Moving through the smoke-filled room, I open the cage and lead the terrified girls out into the corridor where they can breathe more easily. They stand around me, coughing and spluttering, some of the smaller ones bending over to drag in deep breaths, but the corridor i

And once I confirm the enigma in my head that's connected to the scene. She heaved before putting a smile in her lips. "The time came, come with me. I'll introduce to you our... home." Once I accept her hands, everything in my mind will be clarified, and on top of that. I think I am not agile enough to accept the whole truth that is circling in Grimson town late in the evening. Werewolves. -- She escorted me to a familiar room at the mansion, seeing the mahogany painted door with werewolves carves as the design made me even curious. "I know you've been here," she said and pulled me in.

I observed her expression start getting changed. Another cry escaped from my throat when I felt immense pain because those fucking bastards broke my leg this time. And that’s when it happened, a terrifying roar echoed in that warehouse like an angry beast. I looked toward the sound of that roar and found the head of that vampire in the hand of a beautiful golden wolf. I rotated my eyes and looked for Amber but she was nowhere to be found in the fact the silver chain was broken in which her soft and tiny wrist was tied. My eyes were back to the golden wolf who looked pissed and was glaring at everyone.

And after a few moments of me trying to crack the box open, it made a snap. Finally!!!… Liam and the others had it opened in wanting to take the lady in the box out. I slowly wondered why they had a she wolf, who could simply tear the whole box down locked in there. “Are you okay ma'am?” I asked, staring at her as we had her pulled out of the box. Good job guys!!!…

Even if it took me 40 years, I will find her, and then I'll fuck her until I’m tired. It was easier to abstain when I was younger, but now that I was 22 it was getting harder, but every time I visited this pack my wolf got agitated. I passed by a door with purple stickers and a sign that read, KEEP THE FUCK OUT! I tried the handle but it was locked. My wolf was pestering me to go inside. “She's not here,” a petite she-wolf said. “She's away on holiday.” I felt like a creep getting caught trying to enter someone’s bedroom uninvited. But the aroma was so inviting, it was like I almost couldn’t resist it. I cleared my throat and smiled at the omega. “Oh, thank you.”

It seemed Hannah and Dave were crouching down since their heads were not visible. Since I was curious as to what the house held, I walked over there. One of the windows was opened so I looked in. I nearly froze when I saw a big wolf, chained to the wall. It growled when it caught sight of me and started to try to break out of its restraints. Mesmerized, I took out my phone to take a picture of it. I had never seen a wolf that big. I had raised up my phone when it was slapped out of my wrist. It fell inside the room with the wolf.

But to give him false hope, she asked simply, “What was your secret mission about?” His eyes widened, and they darted around the room erratically like he was trying to find the person who gave her the information. Too bad, his men were all unconscious at the moment, some dead and some passed out. “There was no secret mission. This is a legal textile warehouse, and we are only here to do overtime because…,” Two werewolves entered, carrying iron boxes. The man's eyes widened as he saw the marked boxes. The boxes clattered to the ground and one of the werewolves grabbed a sealed bag of white powdery substance.