Laurie Trick R Treat Werewolf Novels & Stories

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

“The lone wolf, if he has chosen the Luna as his mate, he will come after her. And he won’t stop until we’re all dead. We can send the boys on ahead, but you and I need to go after him and make certain that he is dead.” Lars sighed heavily. But before he could speak there was suddenly an unsettling and familiar sign drew both their attentions around. The sound of Misha puking through the bars of her cage. *** “Well, well, well. Look who decided to finally wake up and joint us, Sleeping Beauty!” Murdoch said bitterly as he and Lars approached her cage. They had the good sense to hang back out of arm’s reach, however. “How ya feelin’ there, little lady? Remember us?” Lars said to her, more mil

When I asked what happened, he never answered. “You’re insane,” Lilith whispered, waving two leaf-hands dramatically. “That’s a Primordial Lycan! If he finds out a lowly werewolf like you dares set your sights on him, he’ll tear you apart.” “Lowly? I’m a high-ranking Silvermoon Alpha, thank you very much.” “Are you actually serious?” “I am.” Lilith resigned. “Fine. I’ve heard all about what happened to you in the Alliance. And since you’ve watered me with so much spirit spring water, I can help you… but only a little.”

She couldn't help but open her eyes and saw that the small cat had stopped the enormous werewolf! At this moment, countless amber rays of light and intricate glowing patterns emanated from the weak kitten, resembling a fabric that bound the werewolf, preventing him from reaching them. All the cat's fur stood on end, and its green eyes fearlessly stared at the werewolf. The werewolf's arms were bound, and after a while, he let out a sinister smile: "Just a circus trick." A flash of purple light appeared in his eyes, and his fingers grew sharp claws, slashing through the amber light rays with a "swish swish" sound!

Anne strained her eyes to see if it was him. "Where are you going?" Anne, forgetting that the boy was deaf, inquired impatiently. He appears to have been injured again. Anne dilated her pupils. He doesn't seem much older than she is, so why is he so badly hurt? He limped back to his spot and sat down as the howling of wolves in the woods faded. Anne stepped to the side, checking her vision. "It hurts too much!" There was a wound still bleeding, but he made no sound. Anne assists him in halting the bleeding and treating the injury. He fell asleep again after the damage was bandaged, leaving Anne alone by the fire to ponder how to locate her parents.

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.

Larry said, grinning. Lauren rolled her eyes but lowered her guard. "Fine. Truce." The second the word left her mouth, Larry reached over and smeared the remaining whipped cream from his hand onto her cheek. "Seriously?" she groaned. "Never trust a hockey player," he said with a wink. Sophie clapped her hands, still giggling uncontrollably. "That was the best prank ever!" Lauren sighed, glancing at the disaster that used to be a clean kitchen. "You’re cleaning this up," she said, pointing at Larry.

He has literally dug my hole even deeper. “Hansen made you an offer, when?” Lance turns to me his eyes still bright red. “It doesn’t matter, it has been sorted. Rory has been generous to help me.” I reply, trying to soothe his growing anger. “You best mark her Lance, before the werewolf does. Brennan caught him smelling her hair.” Jake chuckles as he grabs a second helping of lunch from the dining table. Lance’s roar at Jake was deafening. I watch Lance as he starts to slowly shift in front of me…his wolf forcing the shift, but Lance fighting it.

"Thanks to you, Tracy." With one last deep breath, I was set to face whatever tonight held. "Shall we?" Tracy asked, offering her arm. I nodded, taking Tracy's arm. Together, we stepped into the night, our destination – Beta Alex's quarters. I gazed at Tracy, our eyes locked in unspoken understanding. It was time to shift and embark on our journey to Alex's pack. Together, we surrendered to our primal instincts, allowing the transformation to take hold. My body began to shift, muscles stretching, bones reshaping, and fur bursting forth. Tracy mirrored my transformation, her own werewolf form emerging alongside mine.

Rosalind answered with a smile. Laura's eyes widened, her face pale. "You are,” she faltered, “one of them," she whispered, her gaze darting between Rosalind and the darkness beyond the doorway. "Tristan, my Tristan,” she hesitated, then continued, “he's one of them too, isn't he?" Rosalind nodded, her expression softening. "Yes, Laura. We are werewolves. But we are not monsters. We are still human, still ourselves, just,” she shrugged and added, “ we are more."