Lost Tapes Werewolf Novels & Stories

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?

"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

Lucian Scanning the faces of the rogues before me, I noticed that they all looked scruffy and dirty. Most were looking at me in shock. They had never encountered real werewolves before. I nodded at Damon. The betas secured everyone with the handcuff specially made for wolves. Emerging from the dilapidated house, I noticed Zaiden and Kyle dragging two other rogues between them. After dumping both on the ground, they looked up and waved at me.

Despair flashed in his eyes. "He woke up," she whispered. "You already said," the werewolf reminded him. “It’s much more interesting where this set of bones rushed ... I’m right now. He laid Tink on the ground, ran out onto the road and grabbed the first horse that came up by the reins. The animal was trembling violently, its legs were shaking, horror was frozen in its bulging eyes, but there was no choice, all the other horses were in the same condition. Now they were galloping all over Listovaya, and people, desperate to catch and calm them, gathered in a detachment on the central road. The werewolf glanced at them and returned to Genevre and Tink.

"I guess I should tell you how my life was before I came here." "I thought I was their real son. They never told me I was a werewolf. I knew they were vampires but I always thought I was a late vampire. When my 16th birthday came along, I turned into my wolf, Gage. They told me about you guys. They told me how you didn't want to leave me. They even told me about Uncle Parker."

She kicked him in his groin and ran towards the door, acting out of desperation. "Ahhhh!" He cried out, bending over. "Get back you little slut." Liana opened the door and ran down the stairs as fast as she could. She reached the main door and tried the handle but it was locked and the key had been removed. As she struggled with the door, she looked behind and saw him grinning evilly at the top of the stairs. She ripped off the duct tape and screamed 'help' as loud as possible. She scanned the room for an object to break the glass on the window.

"I know. But you have no idea the implications of their deaths. My pack is already talking about a war. We need to find out what happened to them" "They don’t actually think we had anything to do with this?" Cranwell asks. I shrug "They know it’s a vamp. They think this was intentional. I need to show them the footage. Who did this?" I ask. Cranwell walks to the desk and grabs a flash drive from the top drawer. He opens the lap top and inserts the drive. I walk over to him "There is a lot more footage that got lost but this is all we have" he explains as he plays the video.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.