Novel & Cerita I Am Not A Werewolf

Right now I am doubting if I'm a real werewolf or maybe I am probably a rogue? Rogue is not hard to know so iI think I'm a vampire ?? Vampire Crave for blood right? I don't think I am a vampire. I am a Cursed Omega, that is what I am and there is no doubt in it. I already concluded I am a cursed Omega but I also wish to see my wolf someday. I already gave her a name but she isn't coming. I already planned on her being my best friend. Since everyone hated me, there is no doubt my wolf hated me also.

They all left for their house and we got into it when I looked at the moon and realized it was black moon day. "Why is no wolf howling tonight? They do that everyday as we live close to the forest and their voice was too clear." he said while I sweated realizing it because they are weak and resting and werewolves can't even change into a wolf. "Only one person can charge but she is not ready to fight." I said forgetting Travis is beside me. "What are you talking about?" he asked me but I didn't say anything to him. "Can we go fast?" I said dragging him inside.

This is the only time of the day when I can feel calm before I step out into the chaos that is my life. “So, what’s on the schedule today?” asks Zara in my head. Zara is my wolf spirit. Now before you go jumping to conclusions and calling me a ‘werewolf’, allow me to explain some things. By a human’s definition I am a werewolf, but please don’t ever call us that. We really hate it. What I, and the rest of my kind, are actually called is mutolupus, but we’re happy to just call ourselves wolves. It’s kind of shocking how much myths and stories got right about our kind, but there’s also plenty they get wrong.

I cringed as the image played before my eyes and I knew that I would never let myself go through that. "No, there is no way I'm doing that." "But it's customary for all werewolves to…" "For the last time, I'm not a werewolf, I wasn't born as one in my past life and I wasn't born as one now." "But you are a werewolf now and you have to embrace it." "I refuse to become a monster like James!"

She wrestles with her instincts, fighting against the urge to transform fully, to embrace the wolf she carries within. Amelia inches closer, intensity crackling in the air. “I am neither a monster nor a beast,” she challenges, the defiance burning bright in her voice. “Being a werewolf doesn’t diminish my strength. It enhances it.” She relishes the moment, the energy coursing through her as the realization solidifies.

“An omega, not a witch. I don’t have magic at all. Werewolves can’t heal people with a touch. That’s what witches do.” Jade snorted. “Are you sure about that?” Her tone sent a sliver of annoyance through me. “Of course I am!” I snapped. “Werewolves don’t have healing abilities.” She scoffed. “And you are so sure that you’re a werewolf?” I scowled. “No Jade, I’m a vampire, disguising myself as a werewolf for over twenty years.” I drawled sarcastically. She released an amused huff. “There’s no need to get all sarcastic on me. It was a simple question, Aria. No need to get defensive.”

My face morphs into half beast, half human as a howl rips from my throat. I loom over him. “You made one mistake,” I growl, monstrously. “I’m a vampire. Not a werewolf. Never a werewolf.” He never sees it coming. I tear him apart.

Being a werewolf. It wasn't a question; it was a statement.

All of them want to know the truth if princess Hana was truly wolf less or not. When the crowd started dissipating, only dozen of people were left in the place. They are the high ranking werewolf of the silver moon pack. All of them already reverted to their human form while looking at the huge wolf standing mightily above the altar. “D-dad.. I.. I'm sorry.. I don't want to disappoint you and I really wish to awaken my wolf. I don't know what gone wrong, I don't know why I wasn't able to awaken it. I'm so sorry” Princess Hana explained as tears started falling down her beautiful face.

I told her the other day ‘Will you stop it! she replied ‘What? I am happy to see mate! How about you stop denying him!” I roll my eyes at her accusation. “I do not answer to hallucinations!” she growled at me. I know my grandfather explained this whole werewolf thing, however, I am trying to look at everything realistically. I am not “Lon Chaney Jr.” This is not a movie; werewolves do not exist in real life. These people are just tribal people, who are unique beings from unfamiliar cultures. My week here has been so amazing aside from the male testosterone issues.