Idw Prowl Novels & Stories

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

“Besides, the people who play the game always leave different. It brings out the worst in people.” “It can also bring out the best.” Adley shrugged, popping another french fry into her mouth. “Just depends on the person.” Iridian was the event of the year, causing excited chatter throughout the world. Open to werewolves only, Iridian is a game designed to trick the mind. Every year twenty invitations were sent at random, delivered to all parts of the world. No one knows the full story on how it began, only that a young Alpha with a penchant for trickery and games started the tradition. History mixed with folklore, weaving a tale of magic and betrayal.

Nemiah cried harder. Vivar began to have an odd feeling like they were being watched. He stood and unsheathed his sword as he looked around. Nemiah heard the whistle of the blade so she raised her head. “W-What’s wrong?” She sniffed. Vivar just signaled her to stay silent. She wiped her tears and stood behind him. She started to feel like someone was really watching them. They were startled when a huge crow flew out of the cave. It has been watching them a while ago, going unnoticed.