Hombre-lobo Novels & Stories

It was not normal. It was not wolf. There was something else inside him. Lorenzo stepped forward. His face turned cold. Hard. “What are you?” he demanded. His voice filled the hall like thunder. The rogue laughed. The sound scratched against my ears. “What am I?” he repeated slowly. “I am what happens when your kind and theirs play gods.” A chill ran down my spine. Your kind. And theirs. I stepped forward before I could stop myself. “You mean a hybrid,” I said.

When the Alpha came out, his mate instantly pelted him with insults and words. "The Luna should have been a woman, not a homosexual." One uttered, their voice laced with intrigue. "A man isn't fit to be a Luna! It must be a woman!" The other one cried out. The resonant timbre of their voices reverberated in Killan's ear. Wolf ears are sensitive, yet these ladies appear to be self-centered and solely concerned with their own well-being. "There has never been a man like Luna in the entire history of the werewolf community!" The void of nothingness enveloped them, a sensation that should never have been experienced.

“I saved some pictures and read about this maniac when Dad reminded me again of the idiotic arranged marriage a month ago. I was shocked. I thought they had already forgotten about him. Beatriz sat next to her on the sofa. Camila showed the different images of Eduardo Villa-Lobos in her photo gallery on the tablet. He was kissing and hugging different girls, mostly models and celebrities. The photos were taken in restaurants, bars, in his car and on his plane. Last image of him was on a yacht. He was kissing famous Hollywood actress and sexy model Karen Logan. Disgusting! Camilla thought. She also read some of the gossip blog headlines she found on the internet for her aunt. “It says here th

That patronising type of voice…my dog has had a personality transplant because he’s enjoying every second of this male’s attention. “Lobo, his name is Lobo…and you didn’t answer my question.” “You weren’t at the pack run.” Are his words a question or a statement. “You shouldn’t be out here, no one is allowed this side of the grounds during a pack run.” “Why not?” He looks up at me, as he stands back up…Lobo nibbling at his fingers as he stands at his full height. He was the size and width of the door…he blocked the soft night glow from the moon completely.

He was the father of eight children with different girls, and only two were legally recognized. Pablo Altamirano, was the kind of man that nobody would think of confronting, he killed people without basilar. He was short in stature, similar in size and appearance to the penguin character from the Batman movie. He was constantly scowling, a man totally serious and without a shred of humanity for others, nor patience, nor honesty. However he was very intelligent and had many gifts for criminal organization, he was not too nice a man for the dark cartel, but he had power, so they had no choice but to accept him.

Gabriel says " It looks like we're sharing" Lobo says " There's no way in hell I am sharing a woman with Gabriel, talkless of a mad one, but I am not going to let him keep her either, if I can't have my happily ever after with my mine, he shouldn't have one either" I inform " She is not that bad, I am sure doctor can fix her" Lobo infoms " I don't want second handed cargos" I say nonchalantly

His canine stood out waiting to turn into the flesh of its enemies. Eyes were as red as blood, it turned around to look at me and roared to the moon. You came! His voice vibrated with the wind. "Let's put an end to this once and for all! I won't let you push me around again, I am Lombardo, the alpha of of Glory pack and the one and only Thylacine to ever exist and you are just Xavier, Nobody knows you, yes You're a hybrid but you won't be the first. Your kindness has been dealt with in the past and tonight will be no different! "

I cowered as the brown wolf shifted into a full blooded, large muscular man, and they brought him a short to put on. "Oh my God" I stammered. Another car arrived shortly after a call, while the men who had circled me, steered away and I met Pablo Don Pablo face to face. He was a Spanish drug lord, and a fucking snake, he was just a monster. "Oh my friend! It's been a very long time! Hahahahaha it's time we get together again. What do you think?" He said, smiling. "Go to hell, Don" I spit at his feet.

Andrius then looked at Lobo and frankly said, “I think your company isn’t that great either. This kind of scrawny guy? I can fight twenty of them off single-handedly.” Like always, Andrius’ words surprised Luna. As soon as his words subsided, a hint of wickedness flashed in Lobo’s eyes. Swoosh! He strode forward and threw a roundhouse kick at Andrius.

They both miss. "Looks like the legendary Balrog is still human too." Johan Nostradamus, a hitman with over fifty-seven kills under his belt. Considered legendary within his community for his innate intellect and impossibly quick reaction times. His last name simply being a title given to him for his prowess in predicting others to an almost flawless degree. Throughout his time as a hitman though he has struggled to find anyone who could give him a challenge, which led him here today. The most unpredictable man in the world. The Balrog, or just known as Balrog.