Evil Werewolf Novelas e Histórias

Roman said as he tried to force a smile but failed terribly at it. “I think it is. Deal with it, Darin is dead, I ordered his termination and I watched him die. I have looked you up, Roman, your greed for power has no end. I’m glad I chose to terminate Darin before he could fall into your manipulative hands.” Elijah said. “And you…” Elijah said, turning to West. “Why don’t you just leave? Can’t you see that you are being used? Since when did witches and werewolves become so cozy? You have an advantage, use it.” Elijah said.

He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front. His growling heavily and he was looking at Accalia differently. It seems that he was not in his right mind. Rogues are werewolves that either have been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will but some of them weren't in their right mind and only wants to kill or eat anything, just like a human. The eyes of the werewolf turned darker, which means his action will be more aggressive and he wouldn't care even if he would get wounds or be killed. Just like what Accalia encountered before... This Rogue only wants to kill her.

She would treat her best as she could. "Yes," the elders chimed in Serene's question. Indeed, Adira Elisaveta was the Werewolf princess. And the most important thing in the werewolves was brotherhood. If something to were to happen to their race they would not care about the win or failure, all they care about is fighting till the end to keep up the brotherhood.

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

There are other members in the pack, who are: Beta Delta Salutary Sentinel Elder Hunters Scouts Guardians Omegas and Pups The next type of werewolves is elemental werewolves. An elemental werewolf is a hybrid line that came from a witch and wolf mating. Elemental wolves don't normally shift at the age of sixteen like normal wolves since their magical powers block their wolves. Once they shift, they get stronger than other normal werewolves. They possessed witches' power along with wolf powers. An element werewolf can't cast spells, yet an elemental wolf can control nature elements such as fire, water, air, and more. Also, they kind of have other gifts that can change from an elemental wolf t

“But first…” “In case you haven’t noticed,” she continued, tilting her head playfully, “I’m not a werewolf.” I blinked at her, confused. “You’re not?” Evelina’s lips curved, and for the first time, I noticed the faint shimmer in her eyes, something that didn’t belong to any wolf. “No,” she said, her tone calm and laced with quiet power. “Our mother wasn’t one either. She was a witch. Alaric inherited Father’s wolf, but I… inherited her magic.”

These were designed to resonate with the wolves' warrior spirit, appealing to their pride and their desire for a leader who embodied strength, not perceived weakness. Conversely, Valerius was presented as a pragmatic, if stern, ruler. He was not one to indulge in the soft pronouncements of a queen, but a leader who understood the harsh realities of survival. His agents would spread tales of his decisive actions, his willingness to confront any threat head-on, and his commitment to ensuring the continued existence of the werewolf packs – so long as they remained in line. This was a carefully worded message, implying that disobedience would lead to dire consequences, but also offering a veneer

I don't even spare him even if he'll beg for mercy. According to the werewolf rules and doctrines, what Elvis is trying to do is the same as treason against the Pack, a crime which is punishable by hanging. Well, no one will have the pleasure to send him to the gallows because I'll finish him up with my bare hands!

Cheryl muttered in complete disbelief. All the tales; the legends; the stories her parents told her about as a child were real. The animal snarled, raising its right paw as it tried to claw Cheryl's face. Its chest rose and fell rapidly as its breath released warm vapour into the cold air. The cracking of bones jolted Cheryl from her thoughts. Her eyes widened once more. Now, instead of a beast, she stared at the frame of a muscular naked man. “You — you really are a werewolf,” she spoke through trembling teeth. The man glared up at her with his abnormal green-coloured eyes. He could tell she was fascinated, and he hated the way she watched him like he was some zoo animal.

I decided to show a brave front. “What do you want?” I demanded. A deep sense of uneasiness held me rigid. Great, I was gonna die a virgin. Who would have thought? I waited for his response, but the silence was unnerving. The way his eyes kept looking at me without blinking, I faltered a bit. “I'm just passing through,” I stammered, my throat tightening in terror when his red eyes glowed brighter. I had heard about the infamous red-eyed werewolves, but hadn't met one until Eliza. I was told they were treacherous and evil since they loved to torture their preys before they kill them.