I Became A Zompirewolf Novels & Stories

“Or even smile?” Silence. So I took a gamble. “Not even if I told you a joke?” Nothing. Fine. Challenge accepted. “What do you call a werewolf who meditates?” I asked, leaning forward slightly. Zarek just stared. I smirked. “Aware-wolf.” A pause. Then—so quick I almost missed it—a ghost of a smile flickered across his face. I gasped. “You smiled.” Instantly, his expression hardened again. He turned away.

For me? “We’re all owned by a man, Zelma,” I say softly. “A man with two wives. Everyone here knows what we are. There’s no going lower.” Perrie whimpers. The truth stings. Zelma’s fists clench. Her fury boils over. “I should rip that thing out of you and do the Alpha a favor.” Something stirs in me. Hot. Ancient. Wild. My wolf rouses, prowling just beneath the surface. My eyes burn—and from the way Zelma stumbles back, I know they’ve changed.

"We allowed you to play at the packhouse with the other kids, but after a few days, you would get a fever. We thought it was normal since most werewolf kids get sick easily since they don't have their wolf spirits yet. Still, they easily heal after a day of rest. It took you longer than that." "We asked Zinnia to help. She theorized it was because of your sudden exposure to the large amounts of werewolf mana and the gravity of knowing your origins. We asked her for help and she cured you each time it would happen. We've been investigating it ever since you were seven years old..." Mom drags on. "We've been asking ourselves how it could happen to you of most were-pups," Dad adds, now looking

Since he carried the virus in him, they were unsure about Jasper, but there was no guessing that Ben was a warlock and an enemy of the zombies. Although Ben was left in the dark, Jasper was able to understand the telepathic grumbling and suspicious complaining amongst them. They were not only unhappy about allowing a warlock to walk amongst them, but a zombie-vampire-werewolf tri-bred such as they’d never encountered before was downright unsettling.

The blood wolf begun to panic as his super sense were unable to track his target. “Weakling” A voice sounded from above him. His fur stood on its end while his brain sent thousands of warning signals. The blood wolf couldn’t think of anything else and could only cover his head with his paw. Alpha Broderick scoffed at his defense. His big fist landed heavily on the blood wolf’s head, generating a cracking sound as blood and white silvery liquid splashed out from its head. The impact from Alpha Broderick’s attack made the ground to cave in. As for the blood wolf, it reverted back to its human form, but its head was deformed beyond recognition.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

“That… is it possessed?” “This isn’t natural.” Harper’s smirk faltered, panic flashing in her eyes. Julian changed his tune instantly. “Baby, this is spirit interference in the house! You left because you were scared, didn’t you? I’ll burn it when we get home!” The judge turned to me. “Do you wish to reconcile?” “No,” I said without a pause. Victor stepped forward. “Please play the third folder.” On the screen, Julian knelt before the Plush Wolf Doll, holding out a bouquet of Blood Moon Roses—the ultimate mating pledge, symbol of a lifelong bond.

"You don't own me, Zack. Whatever games you are playing here, it's over. Done. I'm done playing." A low, guttural growl rumbled in Zack's chest as he approached me, his wolf form menacingly large and imposing. His eyes bore into mine, filled with possessiveness and rage. The sunlight struck him in a way that seemed to cast an eerie glow on his dark fur. I noticed his hind legs tense, the muscles in them bunching together in preparation for a leap.

"Then fight me for it." The crowd went silent. A challenge. Zike’s smirk widened. "With pleasure." His bones cracked as he shifted, fur bursting from his skin. A jet-black wolf stood before me, teeth bared, eyes filled with hunger. I didn't hesitate. My own shift came like a storm—swift, merciless. The battle had begun. Zike lunged at me, claws slashing across my chest. Pain burned deep, but I didn’t fall. I struck back, tearing into his side. He staggered, but instead of retreating, he smirked. Cocky bastard.

I stammered. It was at this moment that the two gigantic wolves started to move. In a few seconds, they growled. The other wolf hardly grabbed my body with its sharp claws and threw me to the marbled wall and it really hurt. I was worried by Aria as she no longer moving after her body also stumbled to the floor. “Hey, you ugly wolves get away from her!” I growled and immediately shifted into a werewolf. Though I am thrice as smaller as them, I need to stop them and swiftly jumped beside Aria.