Jason Momoa Werewolf Novels & Stories

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Jonah asked, pointing at me. Jake glared at him for interrupting then nodded. “I know you have always had a weird energy but this one is really weird.” Weird? They called it weird? That’s not good. “Okay, first I’d like to ask if mom or dad are Lycan in any way?” I asked Jake. He folded his arm. Jonah’s eyes widened and he hurriedly closed the door behind us. “Mom is a werewolf, and was a Lycan Hunter in her prime. Our father is a Delta werewolf before he became Alpha consort. So?” he asked.

my inner me was sitting inside with a pillow on her face, screaming, cursing to the god of the love why he is so partial and injustice to some. I mean one fucking look at her and Jason and they looked like a fucking gods, divinity straight fell from earth. They were walking epitome of what we call beauty. They can easily be models if they want to in human world. There are many wolves who leave their pack and pursue something else like modelling or acting, or athletics. I know a few of them. Hugh jackman is one of them. You can easily identify who is a wolf by only a glance. They have something about their eyes which mesmerize people. They have that aura which drew people towards them.

They were shocked to the bones. "B..but she's Luna of Seven in one pack, the biggest werewolf pack to exist. Don't you think you're going overboard by adhering to the goddess orders!" A resounding slap was heard and I raised my head to look at the person that made such a statement. He looked young and beautiful and I bet they were royalty from the way he sparkled in his robe and the crown on the other person which I presumed to be the father. "Don't you dare Interrupt me Jason, I need that gem than caring about some stupid pack. Do they care about your fellow brothers who are still locked up there?

“Are you… Smith?” Although there was a bit of speculation, Adam was still not too sure, a little hesitant to ask. When Smith saw Adam's appearance, he couldn't help but smile. “Yes, I am Smith. Furthermore, in my tribe, I'm not the only one who's a werewolf. All the wolves you met yesterday, including the king, we are all one. But they are different from me and you, they don't need the moonlight to transform into wolves. Of course, on the night of the full moon, our power becomes stronger. So, you don't have to panic."

"I… I .." says Maria confused. "I don't want to be queen," she said lightly, and lowered herhead. "But I will be the future king," Jason says. "It's something I can't refuse." "I know." Maria answers. "You will be a wonderful king, ”she says, smiling sadly. "But I ... how could I ever be queen? I am half witch and I honestly feel like I'm more a witch than a werewolf, even though I know it's not real. “

Dad whispers taking a step forward and the wolf aims his gun at him. "Come close and I will shoot" Dad chuckles eyeing him. "Hiding behind a damn weapon, what a coward?" Jason grits his teeth and pulls the trigger but luckily, Dad hastily moves and the bullet misses. I cradle Jace on my chest and kiss his head. His eyes are closed and he keeps releasing painful growls. We need to find him help before it is too late. Jason's eyes darken when he looks at us and immediately his gun points my way. However, before he can react, a big wolf appears and attacks him. I recognize the wolf so well. It's my mate's father.

They are arrogant, often impulsive, relying on brute force rather than intellect. “I may be an outcast witch, but I'm still a witch, and somehow I can read your expression and body language. What do you want from me, Wolf?” I sighed. It seemed I had no choice but to reveal my motives to her. “Okay, I'll tell you the truth and what kind of help I need from you, but first I need you to tell me: what did you mean when you said my mother was an Original?” Elena remained silent for almost a minute, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

He couldn't believe what he had just seen. "If you could survive all alone in the Darkmoon Forest when at the age of sixteen then perhaps I shouldn't be this surprised." He looked at the werewolf warriors who were lying in defeat on the ground all around him and sighed in anger. "Trash!" He called out angrily. He looked at me and made an evil smile. "Well then, I guess I will have to take you down myself!" Alpha Jason glared at me ready to attack. I looked at my grandfather, Alpha Jason as he planned to attack. He was known to be ruthless and unmerciful. He was indeed powerful. I could recall that.

I could feel the rotation of the earth beneath my feet. I looked down at the mark. It wasn't a jagged wound. It was a glowing, silver sigil of a wolf’s head, etched perfectly into my skin. The heat radiating from it was intoxicating—a constant, pulsing reminder that we were no longer two separate beings. The door to the chamber finally gave way. The first of the Pack—a massive, scarred Beta named Silas—lunged through the threshold, his eyes blood-red with the madness of the Blood Moon. He didn't see an Alpha and his mate; he saw a target.