I Saw A Werewolf With A Chinese Menu Novels & Stories

My wolf was alert, sensing no werewolves near the cafe. And how’s that possible? Then I observed the herbs around the cafe, which are used to hide the smell of the werewolves as well as vampires. I pushed the door of the cafe and immediately the two new scents of werewolves hit my nose while the rest of the five scents were familiar. And the moment my eyes landed on Aurora and her minions, I knew I was in trouble. I turned quickly to run but I came across an unknown face with a very tall muscular man with scary blood-red eyes that seemed to see straight through my soul.

I explain to the man coyly. It is now our turn to place an order. The man orders a lot of meat and refuses the fries. Isn't it strange? I know some people who always put a lot of meat on their plates. And they are werewolves. My eyes fly to the man's face. Saray told me that werewolf high rankings are usually very handsome and athletically built. They are made by the Moon Goddess with more care, she then laughed. Jace, here in front of me is a werewolf and a high ranking, I now conclude. Why do I suddenly meet so many werewolves in my life, I suddenly wonder. When it's my turn, I notice that I am no longer in the mood for the fries and apple pie I used to order when I was with Esis. My mouth

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

If it wasn't, my life will be much less easier. --- I'm here now at the canteen of our apartment, I'm having now my peaceful dinner when the canteen was filled by the loud scream of student. All the students look at the entrance as if they were waiting for some celebrity to come in. I didn't bother to wait who will it be. I just continue eating. The dishes here is not different from what we eat outside. I guess werewolfs is not really that different from humans, except for the fact that we shift to wolf.

Lupu gestured for me to step inside the room, and as I hesitated, my eyes caught a disturbing sight: a creature resembling a wolf, but chained to the wall. Its eyes glinted with a wild, feral intelligence, and its fur was matted and scarred. I shouted without thinking, "What kind of wolf is that?" but the words barely escaped my mouth. Mr. Lupu looked at me calmly and replied, "That is no wolf, John. That is a werewolf," his voice steady but tinged with an ominous undertone.

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

The other werewolves preferred feasting on the catch they hunted, giving him the opportunity to enjoy it without much interaction at the buffet. Mikkel stood at the far corner of the hall awaiting Alpha Hesiod's howl that commenced the werewolves' hunt for prey and his hunt for the buffet. Today's dishes east Asian themed stood colorfully with different varieties of sushi, sashimi and dumplings on the table closest to him. The young witches were too busy entertaining the hyperactive pups, and the rest of the pack that was of age had set off for the hunt. Starting from the sushi he made his way down the aisle serving a platter of all the available varieties. However, when he finally reached t

Elias just stared at me not saying a single word. The tips of my ears turned pink. “What?” “You just surprise me is all.” Before I could ask what he meant by that, a waiter came to our table. He was a werewolf, and he was young. He seemed close to my age. He was lanky, with thick rimmed glasses and messy hair. He was cute in a nerdy kind of way. He bowed as soon as he approached us and I didn’t even flinch. I’d gotten used to it already.

I threatened, horror filling me from the inside,as I stood in my favorite pose. Without a word, he walked past me, the breeze from his body brushing and sending cold inside me. I turned swiftly, following him but didn't know when he suddenly vanished and reappeared again, holding two plates of sumptuous grilled chicken in his hands. “ Food is ready” He announced to me, his tone filled with warmth. Impossible! How can I dine with someone with no identity of being a human or a werewolf? Isn't it deadly? I watched as he carefully arranged the meal on the table, and I noticed the plates multiplying, each one filled with new mouth-watering delicacies.

One stormy night, I was walking along a dimly-lit alley with a black umbrella over my head, and I saw a very handsome-looking young werewolf harassing a young woman at a bar entrance. The young woman looked terrified as she shook and trembled like a leaf. Just then, I saw a red glint flash in the werewolf's eyes. He spoke to her in a low, attractive, and magnetic voice. However, the words I heard were very different. All I could hear was him speaking in Wolfish, "This pretty little lady's so young and tender. She's perfect for a light supper!" So I made my way over to them, the heels of my stilettos striking the puddles with sharp, pointed clicks.