Kamen Rider Werewolf Novels & Stories

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

he said to himself. He was about to get out of the tent when he saw the big shadow from outside. Only the moon serves as his light because the bonfire has been shut off. The thing was roaring like a fool. It was standing and facing the moon like he was talking to it. Raiden started to move very slowly, so as not to attract the creature's attention. He ran as fast as he could, but due to his size, the creature was able to go after him, and it was just one step before it could capture him when someone got in between. He had the chance to stare at the two of them. They have got powerful and big bodies built with strong arms; their eyes are in flames and their heads are wolf-like. "Werewolves!"

She hesitated for a moment, but still wrapped the spear in her hand into animal skin and stuffed it in the gap in her backpack. She went to the nearest cave, and as soon as she approached about twenty meters from the cave, she saw a young werewolf frowning, lifting the animal skin curtains at the cave's door, and the evil god came out. "Who? I'm resting today, not hunting. Don't bother me." In the werewolf's mouth, he scolded, just went to the cave, saw Jenny standing at the door, instantly looked like a ghost, "Damn it, why are you still alive???"

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

“You’re only here to save your werewolf. You know that he’s never going to love you, right?” Winter cried out in pain. Roman let out a growl that rattled through the old house. His face contorted and it was no longer his face. But a wolfs snout, then his claws, then---then it was no longer Roman standing there. But a wolf. And the wolf lunged at Merrick. Merrick’s magic must have stopped because Winter fell to the ground with a loud slam! Nora rushed to her cousin’s side. “Glinda!” Nora called to the other witch. “Help me!”

But I knew they would intervene in case something went wrong. Right then, the lights in the room dimmed and the huge screen on the wall came to life, dividing into three parts. The faces took some time to appear, but when they did…I gaped open mouthed at the image to the left…because in that corner of the screen was none other than Alpha Krimson…the werewolf represented. "Alpha Krimson." Alpha Charles too sounded surprised. "I wasn't aware that the wolf representative had changed."

A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest. He had transformed. A werewolf. And then he spoke, his voice low and commanding. “I am the King of the Moonbound Werewolves. Eryx Bloodban.” he said. And that’s when everything went black.

Elara’s silver eyes scanned the treeline, hybrid vision piercing shadow, watching the Eclipse Pack emerge. Hundreds. Wolves in full battle form, larger than Blackthorn wolves, fur the color of charred bone, flowed from the forest like a tide of death. At their head: a massive alpha, white-furred, red-eyed, wearing armor forged of silver and obsidian. Eclipse banners snapped in the wind, black field, white crescent moon bleeding crimson. They had come for the child.

Almost on cue werewolves lunged at us from every corner. It was pure pandemonium with blood spilling everywhere and heads rolling. Kaden let out another roar as he ripped a werewolf in split half. He kept fighting and it seemed as though more and more just kept on coming. I wanted to help him out, although it didn't seem like he needed my help at all, but I was still weak, I wasn't strong enough to transform right now. "Kaden!" I screamed, as a huge gray wolf lunged at me, I recognized it to be Yakmesh. He approached me with magnificent speed, with his jaws extended.

Cameron said it “We never break our word,” I said softly "What are you, and who are you?" Camellia said it "I'm a werewolf," I said, closing my eyes for a second, then opening my eyes and my moans turning golden yellow and looking at them. "Oh my God," Camelia said, and she and Cameron went back in fear "I'm sorry," I said, then my eyes went back to normal "No, we're sorry," Cameron said with a smile to reassure me "So what else can you do?" Camellia said it