Romans & histoires Good Werewolf

She was supposed to be unconscious! The girl's eyes glow a golden hue as she stares at Gee menacingly. She suddenly shifts into her white wolf and starts attacking the other two werewolves, her fangs sinking deep into their flesh. Blood stains the ground as one of the werewolves' limbs' is severed and the other's eyes are clawed. "SHIT!" the other one curses. "What are you standing there for?! Help us sedate the woman!" Gee yells at the vampires. "HOW?"

And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man. And when the wolf got satisfied at putting its anger towards the man. It immediately thought of going to the place where they were supposed to live. It was about to run, but before he can do that, Peter came who’s in a flash got to the wolf’s side. And Peter immediately stabbed the syringe he was carrying, containing sleeping pills and wolfsbane herb. A herb that can effectively weaken a werewolf. But one dose of it is not enough to put Jax’s wolf down. So Peter immediately followed with two more pricks of syringes to the body of the wolf.

My body sagged in relief at the sight of him, walking in, shirtless in only a pair of faded old jeans, sagging sluttily low on his perfectly cut hips. He was smirking and looked sinfully good enough to eat. “Red!” The leader spoke, not as if disturbed to see him, but perhaps more long-sufferingly. “Finally come to rejoin us, I see. Took you long enough.” I stared at the leader of the Hunters, then slowly, reluctantly, I looked to Red. What did the Hunter mean by that?! Red’s smirk only grew broader and eviler at the look on my face. “Sorry, but y’all pumped me with enough silver to kill a lesser werewolf. An honest mistake on your part, I MUST assume!” And with that he leveled a deadly sharp

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.

It almost seemed like they didn’t send a letter to the infirmary of our pack in general, but to Lera specifically. “Is this how you treat guests?”, A middle aged man came regally waltzing to us, the lines beside his eyes betraying his identity. He was one of the top alphas in the werewolf world, Alpha Zorell. I knew more than enough about him, almost every werewolf knew a little about him, he was a household name, the man that had stopped the Great War ten years ago.

Though I just get the feeling that it will be a guy. Though, if I'm being honest, I just kept hoping that Adrians my mate. Ever since I saw him, I just always had these butterflies around him. He made me feel special, he didn't even have to try. I know that it's a long shot that he would be my mate, but I still have hope. Everything lately has been amazing. Theo found someone to love, Mom and Dad have never been better and I'll finally be a full grown werewolf. I always hated having to run in human form with the pack.

They just walked on as if nothing special happened when something of a special and celebratory nature had happened. The werewolves had defeated the vampires but these last set of warriors acted as if nothing of that sort had happened. The most notable of all the warriors of the Malreux Wolf Pack was the head warrior, and it was only right that he was the most notable since he was the leader of the rest of the warriors and the one who had led them to victory.

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

We all have needs as long as she doesn't cheat on me after we meet then I am fine with her past. Edward and I stand in front of the bar scoping out the place. "Those girls are looking at you." Edward nod in the direction of the girls. "They look too easy. You know I want to work for it. I can smell their arousal from here." Edward rolls his eyes at me. They have always classified me as a man whore which is probably true but I like to hunt my prey. Where is the fun in it if the girls come to you. I know werewolves are the sexiest species on earth but damn keep yourself worth intact. men should be the hunters, not the woman.

“How can we trust that others aren’t near? Even if Skye wouldn't hurt you or Kath, or us, even, that's not to say that the others wouldn't. If your nightmate is a werewolf, then there are surely others. I’m surprised we did not know of them before moving. If we had, we would never have come here.” I wanted to stand up, to throw my chair aside with such force that it crumpled against the floor. Instead, I took a very slow, very deep breath. “There are others,” I admitted. “An entire pack. But they are good, and kind. Werewolves are not monsters – they are protectors.” I wished Skye could have been here to hear me say that. He would have been so proud. “I have proof, too. A legend, that states