Loose Collector Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Yes. But I can't hold it anymore. One of these days, I will put them in their place. I don't give a damn if their family are the top figure in town." "That's my boy. Give them a beating. If there is trouble, ill handle it for you" Jayer parted his son on the should before giving him a hard strike. Jason didn't see that coming, but he defended and stroked back. The talk did the unblocking. He fought like his usual self. At that moment, a call came through the radio call "Code red. Code red. A werewolf has been spotted in the forbidden forest. A girl was found dead in the woods. We are enclosing on him. Requesting back up" The radio sounded

Kesakten Vampir Segawon. The words seemed to fill the gaze of Hugo who was opening the old book, reading it with growing impatience. These three words, if interpreted literally, mean the magic power of the wolf vampire, or wolvire's magic power. It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire.

As the members of the Crimson Pack tensed, their instincts sharpened, and their eyes narrowed in anticipation. The air became heavy with tension as the growl reverberated through the woods, causing the very ground to vibrate beneath their feet. Rey's heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the familiar scent—a scent that stirred a mixture of fear and familiarity within her. It was the scent of a rogue werewolf, one who had abandoned all ties to packs and lived a solitary and dangerous existence.

I flew backward, hit the ground hard, and pain filled everything I was. When I tried to stand up, the Collector walked closer, calm like this was all part of a plan he’d rehearsed. “It is useless to fight me, little Queen. Your power and Fenris’s life force are the final keys I need. Once I take them, I will rule all the werewolf packs.” Another twist hit me when I looked at Justin. He was standing up behind the Collector, slow at first, like the fog had left his thoughts but not his body. His eyes looked clear again. The dark power was gone from him. For the first time, he looked like the Justin I knew. But now his face wasn’t calm.

Vance queried, perusing the file of pictures of our targets and battle plan. “Wade’s team has Venomane, Esme’s team has Forlorn Colac and Chad’s team has Artic Werelocks.” All of this information was engraved in my head. Each of these packs was a menace to the werewolf kingdom by not adhering to our pack laws. “Easy enough,” Duke added, giving the impression that this was a piece of cake to handle.

“Something that doesn’t end with losing Mabel forever.” “There isn’t,” the Collectors state flatly. “She broke death irreparably by voting for negotiation without preparation. The only fix is removing her from death entirely, which requires our collection. Accept or refuse, but decide quickly because the Shepherds are claiming more authority every minute you delay.” The Shepherds are indeed spreading faster, their control over werewolf death nearly complete. “All wolves now die by our schedule,” they announce. “When evolution requires culling, we enforce it. When beneficial mutations need preserving, we prevent death. Perfect control at last.”

At first, he tried to talk to the one inside, but hearing no answer, he opened the door ever so slightly… …and was attacked by a beast. The Berserker, with the brand new claws that he had equipped, dealt the finishing blow on the boss of the Hollow Wilds. After its obligatory death sequence, a large loot box dropped in its place, and its contents were received by the members of the two-member party that had slain the monster, the aforementioned Berserker and a Shadowblade.

For werewolves, the full moon is a sacred occasion. A werewolf pack congregates for their own rites in the same manner that humans might dress nicely and convene at a place of worship. The location where we meet for the Trialblazer pack is roughly an hour and a half northwest of Toronto. Two hundred acres of pristine territory where we can securely wander as the monsters we become every full moon were once home to a pack long before Canada was known as New France, at the time when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats.

"As I mentioned before, there were seven werewolf packs before Andrew and the Queen ruled together. Lycans are the strongest, essentially the royalties of our time. Elemental wolves are the offspring of a werewolf mating with a witch. Crescent wolves only shift when there's a full moon. Cursed wolves could have been normal shifters if it weren't for the fact that they lose self-control over their wolves during a full moon, red moon, or blue moon. Pack wolves, like your previous pack, live under the rules of an alpha. Rogues used to live together but without following the pack's rules. They don't follow an alpha and prefer to be individuals.

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.