Loose Collector Werewolf Novels & Stories

Three days after Elara's vision, the Collector made his move. He didn't attack the pack house. He didn't confront Clara. Instead, he struck at the pack's weakest point—a small outpost on the eastern border, manned by a handful of young wolves. The attack came at dawn. By the time the pack received the alarm, the outpost was already burning. Three wolves were dead. Two were missing. The Collector had left a message carved into the wooden gate: I'm coming for you, Hidden Luna.

I said. Headmaster Kendrick gazed at me disapprovingly, and I heard Kelani snort. "Who does he think he is to categorize everyone as losers?" I heard her mutter. I knew she had spoken it loud enough for me to hear. "Your friends are not losers, Thorne. Also, it is impossible for you not to belong to any pack since werewolves move in packs. Not being in a pack makes you a rogue automatically, and you know what happens to rogues?"

{Name: Kirou} {Race: Werewolf(Lycan/Human)} {Class: Weapon Master} {Subclass: Crafting Master} {Weapons: Gunblade Tonfas, Beginner Knife, Wolf Claws, Enchanted Steel Chain, Threaded Wires...} {Armor: Swampland Leather Armor Set (vest, pants, gloves, boots, crocodile helmet), Mysterious Bead(???)} {Level: 13} {HP: 732/732 (432+100+200)}

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

He blinked, looking momentarily confused. "Oh!!!" He began with realization "Oh; that makes sense. But how" a glint of perplexity in his eyes. "That bag..." I whispered like I was about to tell a secret "Slung over her shoulder has the answer to that" He thoughtfully nodded. "So what do we do? How do we come in?" Just the same question I had thought. "The moment he appears, Damon must have to bite him immediately. A bite from a gold-furred werewolf is a temporary neutralizer of the collector's power"

Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn

He trained to command troops like a warlord, and then he had to become a leader for the people. "Believe in yourself; at the very least, you are not a slave. And I appreciate it when you take me to a healer. I believed my life was nearly over," Lora stated. She didn't care anymore; her clothes were dirty, and even if there was a man behind her, Harvey wouldn't be interested in an anorexic woman like herself. The presence of wolves passing the right and left corners of the road is not unusual, especially in a full moon pack; practically all werewolves are accompanied by wolves. The countryside is dark, and Lora frequently seeks light to alleviate her fear of death.

The metal collar was an object with ten big needles, going into the Wolf's skin where the liquid silver running through the needles to the wolf's system and weakens it. She took a step back and turned around. Ethan's words echoing in her mind. The vampires lifted Ethan's cage to the sky. A great army of vampire stood behind Drake and Alexa. "For our lost glory!" Drake yelled a hand up before opening the portal. As the sky cleared, it came with the image of large numbers of werewolves in their battle suit holding weapons. With alpha Williams at the head of the werewolf. Drake smirk. "We're back to it! Dogs versus gods! And we all know who will win." He stretched out his hands and the 45th vam

The frantic pounding of my heart grows ever so violently against my chest. I can feel the frigid warmth of their body heat ricocheting through me; like an ironic joke compared to the ice-cold shiver consuming my entire body. I can’t move, I can’t think, and I can’t breathe. Like I'm stuck, paralyzed from the head down. Could it be the wolf shifter from 7 years ago? Is this really my last day? But even if so, I decide I will not go down without a fight.

If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile. “First up we have Werewolf number N17M115. A rare wolf from the Northern Mountains. Born in the wild, this fighter wolf has his instincts intact. Captured when he was 5, he was trained from a young age and has been fighting ever since hitting puberty. He has only ever lost one fight…” Jackson tuned him out. He didn’t want to hear it or else he’d be purchasing more than one wolf today.