Novel & Cerita Gay Werewolves

But, at the same time, I had always heard the stereotypes the werewolves were vicious, misogynistic, stupid, bloodthirsty beasts who only cared about fighting and mating. Granted, some of them were a little more hot headed than I was, but that could be said for most humans and witches. Gael, for instance, kept an even temper at almost all times. Diego was hilarious, as was Karamea, though in a more pointed way. Hakeem, Naomi, and Lily were actually very quiet, whereas Sandra and Liam were often fighting like an old married couple who required Bhakti to referee between them. Devin and Arya were extremely down to earth, even though they were demi-gods. And Charlie and Zak were very straig

Gwa still in the forest. He was growing weak as the days rolled by and the fact that he was still alive was surprising, even to him. His mind flashed back to the last days he spent in his home before he had to run... Every effort to help his body recover by human physicians proved abortive. (Werewolves have the power to heal their own wounds consistently at an accelerated rate, so they didn't need a physician). Nobody knew what was going on with him and he was growing weak everyday.

Lunar Regression Syndrome. Even now, the name made her stomach turn. A rare werewolf genetic condition that affected one in every ten thousand werewolf children. Darlene's wolf—instead of growing stronger as she aged—was regressing. Devouring itself from the inside out. The wolf spirit and the human body are turning on each other in a war neither could win.

The old wolves shifted where they stood. "That symbol," Theron said slowly, "belongs to an evolving hybrid." The words hit like ice water. "An evolving hybrid," he repeated. "A werewolf born with both bloodlines who undergoes a second transformation. It happens once in a century, if that. Before evolving, the hybrid is trapped between two natures, neither fully in control. But once the evolution begins, everything shifts. The body strengthens. Instincts sharpen. Power rises. And the world begins to notice."

The air in the chamber didn't just chill; it died. The figure standing in the corner was a grotesque mockery of life. Ronan’s body, which Zayden had broken with his bare hands, stood upright, but his limbs moved with a disjointed, mechanical twitching. The void-black eyes leaked a dark, viscous smoke that pooled at his feet. This wasn't a werewolf. This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

I heard footsteps as Jeffrey got closer to where I fell, he got down on my back and growled as he subdued me. I could see his eyes change from blue to red and back again, losing control, Fear gripped me. The hierarchy in every country of the world was the same, we had royal wolves born of true Alphas and Omegas, then Betas that had only true Alphas blood or true omegas blood, never both. Then at the lowest were half Betas who were descendants of the children of Betas only on one side. The level of wolves was a truly confusing concept and even I got confused at times.

I thought it was the most fucked up joke I ever heard, but the fact that I’ve seen my Aunt Alice’s fangs made me realize that everything they told me was real. So right now, I'm in the Crimson Shadows territory. According to Alice, it was the territory that humans could not dare enter. Only the werewolves who belonged to the pack were welcomed to live on this land, and the other creatures were permitted to stay inside. Just like Alice and Harry...

“Now answer me! Where are these weeds situated?” “C-crimson Trace Pack’s whereabouts were unknown. As for the Golden Hound Pack... ” Delta Cluxx paused to catch his breath then added. “.. on the western side of the forest near the boundaries separating us werewolves and humans” “Good... Very good... Prepare our warriors, we'll move out at dawn and wipe their forces off in the face of the earth!” Alpha Broderick stated with gritted teeth. He can't just leave these packs that have the audacity to mock his daughter. Labeling his daughter as a woman of bad luck is tantamount to insulting him.

“So, about this mind speak thingy…” “Ah, that’s a type of communication magic that all werewolves have. It lets them talk with their pack members,” said John, who finally chose to speak after watching the two in their awkward situation. “Anything you say using that magic can only be heard by those you consider part of your pack. In this case, it’s Young Master Nico and I. Your parents would probably be able to hear you as well, but since there’s a considerable distance, they would likely not.” “Oh, okay…”