I Became A Zompirewolf Novels & Stories

Z's POV Staring ahead, I could hear the rumbling noise of the engine as I sped up on the empty roads. One would think I was excited to reach my destination, while the fact was I was running away from my previous residence. Running away from my past. In my life, if there was one thing I excelled at, it was running away. Ever since I was seventeen, it was the only consistent thing about me. I made sure I never stuck around in a place for more than a year. No, I am not a Vampire hiding amongst humans, but I am a werewolf. I am an omega.

Tovar’s voice tore across the chambers, sharp and commanding, but laced with something else now — fear. My scream never fully left my throat before it turned into a growl. A towering, gigantic wolf burst out of my body as the shift completed. Fur as dark as midnight spilled over powerful limbs, and I kept rising — higher and higher — until my head nearly brushed the roof of Tovar’s chambers. Gasps filled the room. Zhuri, still bewildered, remained fallen on the floor, scrambling backward on her palms. This was by far the largest wolf anyone in the Raki Horde Pack had ever seen. Even Tovar’s father — the former Alpha whose wolf was legendary — would not reach half my size.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

(Ahriman POV) It’s been more than three years that my foster daughter Zira ran away from this house, and I know that I’m missing some money but that’s not the reason I’m really upset about. About three months before she decides to run away from me, I was attack by a werewolf and was severely hurt that I needed some blood so I may heal. I was so weak and disoriented from the blood lost that I went to the wrong room. I was going to my room where my wife Madelaine is to drink her blood to be able to heal the wounds, but instead I went to Zira room instead. I didn’t realize until I was drinking her blood and that she was fighting me to stop doing so because my wife would never do so. Her blood w

Such a delicate wolf girl. Anyway, it was my turn to play my character. I had no idea who was Thomas but I knew he was her uncle through her conversation to herself. It was not hard insulting him as the stupid, useless and ugly werewolf cause he was each one of them. Who is his mate anyway? How can someone be mate of such an ugly creature? Look at me, if I hadn’t had to hide, every vampire girl in Goldenwood would die to touch me. And who knows Blackwood’s she-wolf would fall for me too.

Ben took the cookie. "Hi Jacob, I'm Ben," he said softly and Jacob smiled and winked, saying that was a good start. I kissed Madeline gently on the lips and told her that I had to deal with the dead and prepared to head back to my brother. I walked through my home and saw Boris and others dragging the dead to a large pile. It was heartbreaking to see all the children that were gone. Our future as a species relied on the longevity of our young and future possible mates. I followed my nose after a scent of blood and it led me to a thick pine with gnarly branches. I changed back into my human form and called out for whoever was hiding that it was safe. My eyes widened in shock as a branch lifte

, I threatened. “Who…who are you?”, Aurora asked in surprise. “Huh?” “I mean why are you staying with these our enemies and these pathetic humans? You should build your own pack.”, I picked Lily in my arms while hearing Aurora’s nonsense at the same thing. “Build my own pack?”, I chuckled. “Have you ever heard that an Omega ruled a werewolf pack?”, I asked in a sarcastic tone. “Omega?”, One of the men asked in surprise, on which I nodded my head.

A ridiculously good-looking one though. "That huge zit on your face," I snapped back. He narrowed his eyes at me. "That's not even possible." Damn, so he must have been a werewolf. Although I, personally, couldn't distinguish between our kind, they could recognize I was one of them—I apparently still smelled like one even without my wolf. "Guess you must be growing weak then," I came back quickly. "Too weak to fight off acne now! Before you know it, your hair will recede, and you'll get scrawny. Then you'll be just as ugly as your personality!"

"This family is the reason I'm left with nothing now." "I'm not nothing, dad." Sydney scowled. "I will not let you take him." Benjamin's eyes flashed green. "Well, then you're going to be the first werewolf I'll have a real combat with." Emily said. "You sure are stupid." He scoffed. "I'm a primordial beta wolf, a hundred years older than you are." "And I'm a hybrid." She stood unafraid, her eyes glowing with flames.

"Tell me more, my friend. Be explicit." A determined glimmer shone in Trevor's eyes as he continued, "Within Jekyll's laboratory, there are specialized snipers. They are armed not with bullets, but with chemical needles. These needles contain a powerful tranquilizer called 'Zipit,' designed to tame wild animals like gorillas and lions. With these snipers, we can bring the werewolves to their knees, rendering them docile and under our control."