Lost Tapes Werewolf Novels & Stories

The person on the screen doesn’t look like a terrified and unqualified twenty-two-year-old who just barely survived a political uprising. “This afternoon, I stood before the Toronto werewolf pack and pledged my life for the good of my subjects,” the unrecognizable me on the screen says. “Are you doing an English accent?” Tara whispers, and Clare shushes her. “Some of my subjects took that as an invitation to take my life, the life of my husband, the lives of loyal werewolves and thralls.” Me on the screen pauses, gazing steely and assured into the camera. “They succeeded in killing five of their fellow werewolves. twenty-seven thralls. Thralls who have served this pack loyally for nearly a m

Alex couldn't but suspect the military had hand in this as, what she was looking into might have had to do with what he heared in the military camp. As Alex and Detective Charles were leaving the office, Alex's attention was caught by a group of policemen gathered around a computer screen, laughing and pointing at a video on YouTube. He moved closer, his heart sinking as he saw the clip. On the screen was a grainy, shaky video of a monstrous figure tearing through the night. Red eyes glowing, claws extended, the creature looked terrifyingly familiar. It was him, in his werewolf form, from the night before. The clip showed him running through the streets, clearly searching for something or so

he revealed which surprised the human. “You mean… those from myths? How do you even know they’re real?” ‘Because I am a werewolf.’ Tyr answered in his head but immediately brush it off, afraid that Zane might hear his unspoken words again. Instead, he tore a piece of his cloth to casually wrap it around his classmate’s arm to stop the bleeding. Zane just let the other guy aid his arm as he is starting to feel the sting from the scratch. “Zeev and I moved in Tilbury to hunt rogues as they are very dangerous to humans. That’s why we are always out here during full moons because they are uncontrollable during those times,” he honestly told.

He's out for revenge. The gamma and beta looked at each other with uncertainty. They knew their Alphas were communicating telepathically, as they stared into space. A few seconds later, Callan turned to Xavier. “Any update about Oculus?” “We saw traces of blood and a human's bracelet in the human border a few days ago. It was the blood of a human. But there were no traces of a body. Only this bracelet.” He brought out a small thick transparent bag containing a silver bracelet. Werewolves had a weak spot which was silver. Silver can be used to make a werewolf weak or die through excess skin contact. Thankfully, Xavier had placed it inside a thick bag.

Vladimir assured her with a kind smile and then stood. “As you all know, vampires don’t always get along with others,” he continued, his voice steady. “I strive for peace, but it’s a hard path. I know you, my King, and your Beta, went to the Dark Forest Pack for docs about wolves with powers. So, here’s my token of trust. I want to work together.” He moved to a pile of boxes, opening one and revealing ancient scrolls. “More books and scrolls, mainly about powers—vampire and otherwise. I didn’t collect or read them, but I figured you might need them, especially with a wolf trying to start a war.” He handed a book to Dad.

he replies with an elated tone, splashing some cold water into my face. “Aaaaah,” I shriek, jumping back, hitting the sink with my butt. He laughs hard, and I momentarily relax, joining in his laughing. As the shower starts running, we drop the act. “What do you think?” I ask. “Well, for starters, this is a werewolf pack’s territory for sure,” Jason motions for me to get in the shower and turns his back to me. “The Greyback pack territory we visited had no remains of any buildings. It was possibly magically moved. The Howler’s Pack territory had bombed and burned down buildings. This pack was neither bombed nor moved. There are no signs of fighting or bullet marks on the buildings. Still, I

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

He had a werewolf. Great.

"Rosh, how many packs of werewolves are living in our area?" I asked Rosh out of my curiosity. "Why?" Rosh asked. "I am just wondering if there is another pack that caused the incident in the amusement park." I replied. "Well, I am sure some Rogues are responsible for this." Rosh replied. "Rogues?" I asked him. "Rogues are wolves that were exiled by the pack." Rosh replied. "Exiled? How?" I was really curious to learn more.

Even Lydiasa Hawthorne, standing in her high council seat, could never voice a word to defend my honor without alienating the allied packs. For fifteen long winters, no wolf in this territory had ever told me I had a right to save my own skin. "The blood trail didn't end in that forest cave, Lanka," I murmur, my hand sliding down his spine to cup the slight curve of his lower back where our pup rests. "Four moons ago, my border scouts hauled Carllo out of a rogue market. He was missing his right dewclaw, his mind was entirely wiped by silver-fever, and his facial structure matched the old lineage scrolls. My wolf went completely wild with the belief that Vanessa had returned from the dead, a