I Became A Zompirewolf Novels & Stories

As I went to throw my shirt into the wash basket, I stopped noticing the small wet patch at the bottom. It was from her. “Fuck” I groaned as I felt myself harden again. I couldn't control the way she made me feel so I turned on my shower and got in. Taking care of myself. After my long shower, I got dressed into a black shirt and black jeans before heading to my office. I had a meeting today with some of our council. Things have been a bit strange from Juvia's arrival. The packhouse is off limits, we went to war with rogues over unknown wolves and I brought a rogue into our pack.

"Melisam! Please wake up!" Zloe struggled to protect Melisam from the Black-wolf pack attempting to attack Melisam's body. They're targeting Melisam, which is evident from the many times Zloe has fallen to make an opportunity for them to kidnap Melisam tonight. Zloe used all his strength to defeat every werewolf that attacked him tonight. He is wounded. His arms are scratched and punctured, and so is his stomach. Although Zloe had become a full-fledged werewolf, the black wolf pack could not match his strength.

“Thanks.” “Too perfect. You military?” Jake raised the sleeve again. “SASR. Sniper First Class.” A grin flickered. “Who dares wins.” They said it together, a laugh cracking the tension. “This is Zak,” Jake told Kim and Jane. “Zak—Kimberly. Jane.” “Pleasure,” Zak said, crisp. Then to Kim, lower: “Keep it quiet for now, but… werewolves have overrun the city.” Kim held his stare. “You’re serious?”

Several black wolves collapsed to the ground, twitching from the force of it, and that roar was the last thing Zarek did before shifting back into his human form. His hand shot toward the first wolf’s throat, and with terrifying strength, he hurled it against a massive boulder. Bones cracked loudly. The wolf let out one final cry before crashing into the stream. Two more wolves rushed toward him. Terror consumed me as I watched my beloved son fight for his life. Zarek used his incredible strength to punch the second wolf square in the jaw, launching it through the air. But because he had never received proper werewolf combat training, he failed to notice the third wolf circling behind him.

Their eyes didn't shift to the glow of the wolf; they turned black, void of any light, void of any soul. They were no longer the wolves I knew. They were Zombie Wolves—puppets of flesh and fur driven by a singular, homicidal directive. Foam dripped from their jowls, black as tar, hissing as it hit the floorboards. "Back to back! Protect my son!" Nash roared.

My pack fought back with everything they had, but the rogues were relentless. Zuri, standing beside me, was a force to be reckoned with. Her wolf form had been awakened—she was no longer just the broken girl I had met. She fought with the precision and strength that could only come from someone with untapped power. She tore into the rogue wolves like a storm, her movements swift and deadly.

he winked. "Get out before you die. I won't ask again," Zylon said. Even in this situation, he maintained a calm demeanor. "No, we want to have those two. C'mon, share with us," another rogue said with a wink. What happened next was a blur of movement. Zylon transformed into a large, tall wolf with striking black and white fur. His hind legs, belly, tail, and part of his face were white. He lunged at the rogue who was speaking, lacerating his throat mid-shift. Swiftly, he moved on to the next rogue, taking him down as well. Zylon was agile, moving with cat-like stealth. The remaining rogues were taken aback by his sudden ferocity. The wolf took his position beside me again, scanning the rogu

I stared in disbelief at the transformed figure before me, my wolf instincts temporarily overshadowed by a mix of surprise and confusion. I took a step back, my growls subsiding, and mustered the words that tumbled from my bewildered mind. "Are you... a vampire?" I asked, my voice laced with uncertainty. The young werewolf, now known as Zack, shook his head emphatically. "No, I'm not a vampire. I'm like you, a werewolf. My name is Zack." Werewolf? The revelation echoed in my mind, colliding with my preconceived notions.

“There’s something that I’ve been trying to figure out. Why would someone pay for people to experiment on? Why would they torture them? Why did Ron call me a monster, and why did the one-day-dead-asshole call me beastie? What’s going on?” Those were all important questions but also tough ones to answer. It seemed that she was unaware of the supernatural world. I had no idea why she was unaware, but that didn’t matter right now. How would I explain things if that was the case? We grew up knowing the reality that surrounded us. I used to ride on Zev’s back when I was a pup. Dad’s wolf, Zev, was an absolute beast and exactly what you’ d expect of an Alpha wolf. He was the epitome of strength an

At least, most times. She quirked her brows. "So? You're a Werewolf." She replied. I shook my head, feeling a small smile break out. "I don't have a wolf," I replied. Zel’s eyes widened. "No shit. What are you then?" She asked. "I was born of werewolf's parents but I never awakened my wolf. I got hit by energy from an old artifact and this started happening to me." "It's like getting shocked back to life at a hospital. That's what's happening to your wolf." She said in awe.