Karakter Werewolf Game Novels & Stories

The blond werewolf was always quiet and reserved normally, so for him to say something meant that he’d really fucked it up. His two friends sat next to him, and redheaded Ares patted him on the shoulder. “Buck up, buddy. You’ll get her next time.” “I’ve been searching for her for years. This is the closest that I’ve ever gotten. She keeps on running.” Roman ran hand through his long, brown hair. “I don’t understand what her problem is. Most girls find out they’ve got a werewolf for a mate and they think it’s a fairytale. This girl sees us and runs.”

Chloe added. “I haven't really spoken to him,” Kayla said, which wasn't entirely a lie. They all started talking about how creepy and scary Derrick was, and Kayla took another glance at Lucas. Something hit her then, and her eyes grew wide. That scar! She remembered the nightmares she kept having. The werewolf that always chased her has a deep scar running from its eyebrows to the corner of its eyes. Just like Lucas. Kayla shook her head as she pictured the dark brown animal with deep eyes that had been trying to bite her.

A werewolf standing on two legs. Andrew aimed the gun at it. “That?” After asking, he shifted his gaze to me, and in a quick fraction of a second, the creature jumped in the blink of an eye and attacked the player, causing Andrew to lose. But he didn’t care. He kept looking at me as if waiting for me to say something. “Ye—yeah,” I said softly, nodding. From the corner of my eye, I saw the blood effects flowing on the screen as a result of the creature’s attack.

Lilo said to the other girl who nodded with urgent understanding that they had to leave this place right away. "Dear goddess, please forgive me." the girl muttered to herself as more and more rogues came into the lounge, targeting their attacks at Killian, Damon and the unconscious Reed. As they felt cornered and at the verge of losing the fight, suddenly they heard a deafening roar. Killian's and Damon's jaw dropped as they could not believe their eyes. In the blink of an eye, the girl transform into a giant furry creature, what was known as the vampire's sworn enemy - a werewolf. Her wolf form had a streak of silver on her back, her fur black with some shades of grey towards her tail and h

Its eyes glowed with an intense amber light, reflecting a primal hunger for power. "Who dares enter my territory?" the black werewolf growled, his voice reverberating through the clearing. "Show yourself!" Marcus stepped forward, his muscles tensed and ready for battle. "I am Marcus, a rogue like yourself," he declared, his voice filled with a calm resolve. "I sensed your presence and came to see who dared to intrude upon my territory." Marcus lied The black werewolf bared his teeth, a sinister grin etched across his face. "Your territory?" he scoffed. "I have roamed these woods long before you ever set foot here. This forest belongs to me."

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.

Even though only three of us remain, I know we can’t do this alone. I choose right and as I turn, I slam into something solid. My body ricochets back, and I hit the floor hard. A growl rattles the air and my heart stutters. I am the only werewolf left in the Game. I look up slowly, afraid of what I might see. Dax stands over me. Or what used to be Dax. His silhouette is wrong. His too thin, too tall. Shadows drip from his shoulders like wet tar. One eye glows the familiar storm-grey. The other flickers red, pulsing in time with the moonlight in the walls.

"I'll not let you do this to us. I don't want her to go to jail because of some bastard like you." "If she doesn't kill Cole, you'll either have to kill her or I kill you. Someone has to die." "What sort of stupid game is this?" "I don't know," he said, tying her up. "I'll tell one thing, though. I'm merely a player in this game. One day you'll know who the psycho behind this game is. Trust me, you won't believe it." Who could that be? Who would want them to suffer? They didn't have major enemies. Except for the key stealing, they lived fairly normal and boring lives. The two girls had never got in trouble with anyone in town.

I asked myself, as excitement ran through me. Waving my hand out in front of me, I started scrolling through all the options. The first one was a Werewolf, which I had considered. Leaving it as an option, I scrolled to look at more choices. The next was a Dragon, but I had already played it. After that was a vampire, but the idea of tasting blood when the stimulations in the game were real, didn’t sound pleasing. Mermaid was next, then Witch or Wizard, but I kept scrolling. Calling out each character, I scrolled through until I found one that I liked.