Gideon Werewolf Book Novels & Stories

And then I saw it—a massive figure rising from the ground, shrouded in shadows, its eyes burning with an unnatural green light. The werewolf ancestor, the creature that Alaric had resurrected with his dark magic, was alive. And it was coming for us. “Gideon!” I screamed, my voice breaking with terror. But before I could reach him, the creature lunged, its massive claws slicing through the air. Gideon barely had time to react before he was thrown back, his body crashing into the stone wall with a sickening thud. “Run, Sera!” he shouted, his voice filled with pain.

he urged Pascal, but it was too late, Pascal has teleported miles away from where he is. "Damn you, Pascal, fuck you, Georgi!! all of you are full of shit" Noah cursed in frustration. Jack Rich was about to leave his office when Pascal arrived inside, "I was thinking you won't come, it is good you did" Pascal nodded without saying anything "I talked with Jon Jon a few days ago, there is a werewolf on the loose, going about killing people, he wants you to tame it" Pascal didn't even bother looking down at the photographs he displayed on the table, he looked out through the glassy walls.

Glory continued. "Uncle Glory, wolf is not a dangerous animal. Uncle, please don't say things like that. I'm sad to hear that," Gideon replied. Glory frowned. He was confused by Gideon's answer. "Gideon, why are you sad? Am I right? Wolves are dangerous to humans," said Glory, still with a confused face. "Uncle Glory, since I was a baby, I was cared for by a wolf. The wolf was like a mother to me. It took care of me, protected me and gave me food. The wolf is not a bad animal." Gideon explained. Glory was getting more and more confused by Gideon's explanation. He was also curious. "Gideon, are you serious?" Glory asked while holding Gideon's shoulders. Gideon nodded slowly. Glory took a deep

The other wolf, a burly figure with a scar across his cheek, glared at me as I approached. “Annabel,” the scarred wolf said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Come to silence us, have you? Just like Elijah would have.” “I don’t silence anyone,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “But I won’t let you poison this pack with lies, either.” “Lies?” He laughed, a harsh, grating sound. “You worked with Gideon. You brought a rogue into our ranks. How are you any different than the man you just overthrew?”

His body slumped, and she tossed him aside without a second glance. “Enough!” Gideon roared, finally stepping forward, his own wolf bursting through his skin as he shifted. His gray fur bristled as he charged at her, towering over most of the remaining pack fighters. Caleb wasn’t far behind, shifting also and snapping his fangs with savage intent.

Of that I was certain. Shen stared at the website in disbelief. As soon as he reached the motel he’d called the old man in China. After discussing his concerns with his wise mentor, Shen was given three web sites to pull up. He was then provided with a secret code to type into the search area of each web site for hidden pages to come forth. These pages contained information that brought to light much of what he’d been witnessing and experiencing over the past year. Information was power and he felt better armed now than he could possibly imagine. He shut down the computer and grabbed his coat. If he was correct, Garth was a werewolf. He still had no idea who or what Magdalena was, but h

Rhye despised both elf and demon magic. He'd grown accustomed to being at the top of the food chain as an alpha werewolf. He was the jolt in the darkness that frightened the other creatures. Yet, for all his power, he had no resistance against Garnald's plunge through the portal, and he was enveloped by the persistent sting of the odd mist that seemed to cut into his skin with cruel pleasure.

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

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

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.