I Became A Zompirewolf Novels & Stories

Understand? I nodded and looked into the distance. Sorry, I rarely thought about it. I wondered why we lived like this. It’s just that a little girl wants her mother to hug her at least sometimes, but approve of her actions and undertakings. My mom was different. Not like you. But you're right, I understand that a childish resentment just speaks in me. - Come here, - Martha hugged me again, - Remember, you said that I smell like autumn? So the smell of a werewolf is individual for everyone.

"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.

I said, my voice filled with both awe and concern, “that was incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it. Are you... Are you a different kind of werewolf?” Zack turned his gaze towards me, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Freda,” he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and humility, “there’s something I need to tell you. I’m not like other werewolves.” Zack revealed that he had been unaware of his true nature until recently when his memories started to resurface. As he spoke, a sense of wonder washed over me. The realization that I was standing beside a being so unique and powerful filled me with

Jo asked, creating a chain reaction of Blue snorting and Roxie elbowing him to shut him up. "Gonakadet," Izzy said, correcting Jo. I raised my hand in the air and pointed at myself, "In all fairness ..... werewolf." I then pointed at Izzy, "Impundulu." Lastly, I pointed at Mia, "Probably an Impundulu." Jo smiled and nodded her head once. "Point taken. So, what IS a gonakadet, anyway?"

She looked directly into Ria’s eyes. “The Mobo App…” “Whatever its true name is…” “It belongs to you.” “You weren’t only reborn to avenge your death.” “You were reborn…” “…to stop the very thing you created.” The room fell silent as Klein slowly turned toward Ria. “I think your mother is right.” He exhaled deeply. “I’m only a werewolf.” “My strength ends here.” “But you…” “You now possess the White Wolf.” “I believe this is the time to use the power you’ve been given.”

My body expanded, growing larger and larger. I growled and howled. By then, the zombies had gotten dangerously close. I raised a claw and struck the first zombie, tearing its head from its neck. Then I did the same to another. After that, I let out a loud howl, and my wolf surged forward, ripping through the zombies. Honestly, I had wanted to do that ever since all of this started. Every time I looked at a zombie, I wanted to show it that I was a bigger beast than it would ever be.

“Don’t regret this, Yvonne! One day, Marin will become a lucky carp. Mother, I’ll take good care of you then.” Alora’s taunting voice rang out behind me as I carried the black wolf out of the hall. I simply ignored her. Just you wait and see. Without me carrying the burden, they would probably have to tighten their belts just to support Marin. A carp would struggle just to leave the water without a good supply of spirit treasures. Even if a rare opportunity came, Alora would not have the chance to seize it. Back in my room, the instant an orb of light sank into my forehead, Ralph, the black wolf, shook out his fur and transformed into a handsome man.

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. He was born in Warri, Delta State to be precise. His writings includes novels, poetry and short stories. During his free time, he likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria (University of Port-Harcourt) where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. I Am Also A Werewolf is his fourth book and his first attempt to write a beautiful novella. It talks about the wonderful story of a female werewolf who supports her human friend during his crisis with his ex-wife's parents concerning the death of his wife. It features lov

The current of magic intertwined with the raw force of my essence, witch and beast, blood and power, chaos and creation. She smiled inside me. My wolf. She wanted this. She had always wanted this. To be free. To fight. The world around me slowed. All I saw was red. To my side, Icarus was surrounded. In his wolf form, he fought against two deformed zombies lunging like possessed shadows. I growled. He was at a disadvantage. But he wouldn’t give in. Never. He sank his teeth into one’s neck as the other leapt from behind, and I moved before I could think.

Third Person’s POV “WHERE THE FVCK IS DANIELLE ? AND WHERE IS THE LUNA ? WHY THE HELL DO I SEE SUCH LESS NUMBER OF WARRIORS AND WITCHES HERE ?” Zompano thundered as he looked around the pack land. “HAS EVERYONE LOST THEIR FVCKING VOICES ALL AT ONCE ? WHY IS NO ONE TELLING ME ANYTHING ?” he roared. His wolf had almost taken over him as he could already feel the broken mate bond. He was on the verge of losing control of himself and following the path of self destruction.