Husky Werewolf Novels & Stories

Her longing mate lasts forever. ******* Days passed and Riding Hood still felt the same. Looking at the man who tagged her along to his nomadic way of living, hunting, skinning, and preserving his catch for goods and food. They often hunted deer, an elusive elk, black and grey hares but also big forest dogs and wolves alike. She had spent a week on an excursion and learned a lot from him. He even teased her whenever he told her that he once saw and killed a werewolf, and then he would laugh at her expectant reaction.

The Cyber-Pack Incursion Behind the White Wolf, the thousands of green eyes began to resolve into the Cyber-Wolves. These were the "Polished" versions of the Under-Keepers—beasts of chrome and muscle, their joints hiss-clicking with hydraulic precision. They didn't breathe; they cycled coolant. They didn't howl; they broadcasted static. "Zane! Formation!" Elara growled, her voice a struggle against the whistle’s lingering echo. The Feral Six—now the Primal Six—braced themselves.

His entire body froze. The first Shadow Wolf wasn't a hunter. It was merely a scout, and it moved because it thought it could easily kill Raven. And now... the entire Forbidden Forest knew of its presence. [Werewolf Evolution System Activation...] [49%...] Raven swallowed hard. Dozens of monsters began to emerge from the darkness. Meanwhile, his system wasn't even halfway activated. The red eyes of the Shadow Wolf pack were ready to crush every last one of his bones. Am I going to die?

God, what is he doing to me, I don’t like it. Speaking of those nasty witches, I’ve been more vigilant than ever. I was attacked by this rabid dog from Monteluna called the lucid hound that can kill a werewolf with one bite, they’re wild animals that shouldn’t be kept in the house but some stupid werewolves think they’re invincible they keep them as pets. All I know is if that dog gets loose they’re cooked. If a lucid hound bites a werewolf they don’t just die instantly they suffer until they give out their last breath. That’s if there’s no antidote around, my father’s cousin was killed by a lucid dog.

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

It was now early morning and there were more than a few people who looked like they wished to do nothing more than go back to their beds. They were once again assembled at the pack ground but this time the were loading up vehicles with supplies and knives. Werewolves didn't use guns preferring close combat weapons. They were trained to fight in both human and wolf form, from a young age so they could be able to protect that pack if they needed to. Rhys and Peter were looking over a detailed map of the quarry area with squads of guards around them waiting to be given direction.

Huck tells her with a smile as he takes the keys. Sawyer walks in with overnight bags cops always have ready and they get into the room. Huck stands under the hot water trying to wrap his brain around all the information he has collected over the last few days. He is now a werewolf hunter. He will spend the rest of his life hunting werewolves with Sawyer. At least he hopes with Sawyer. Sawyer is about 55, still in good shape but 55 is getting up there.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.