Lost Tapes Werewolf Novels & Stories

Tasha successfully escaped, but Betty also successfully caught the male werewolf. "You will pay for what you did to Luna last time," Betty said and knocked out the male werewolf.

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

Zara watched with growing horror as it showed what appeared to be werewolves attacking human civilians in an urban setting. "This is from three weeks ago," Kyle continued. "A pack of werewolves systematically hunting humans in downtown Portland. Seven dead, dozens injured. This is what your precious supernatural beings do when they think they can get away with it." But as Zara watched the footage more closely, her enhanced vision picked up details that human eyes would have missed. The timestamp was wrong—she could see a newspaper in the background dated from six months ago. The werewolves moved strangely, like they were confused or drugged. And in one frame, she caught sight of something th

The scent of Elara's blood still lingered on my hands from when I'd tried to examine her wounds. Nathan entered, his expression grave as he approached my desk. "Alpha, you need to see this," he said, holding out his pack communication device. I took it from him, noting the recorded memory file displayed on the screen. "It's from five years ago," Nathan explained. "From the Werewolf Academy archives." I pressed play, watching as the scene unfolded. A younger Elara—still carrying herself with the confidence of a Stone Pack princess—was cornered in a bathroom by Veronica and three other female wolves.

But my memories of last night were foggy. A text from an unknown number distracted me from my thoughts. “Hey, Abby It's Tiffany. Have you seen the news?” I ran downstairs and turned on the TV to ‘see the news’. The headline was “Werewolf strikes at a party.” I turned up the volume to hear what the reporter was saying. “… A boy named Trevor Coleman was seen with the werewolf last night and is believed to know the true identity of the beast. He is giving an official statement to the police as we speak.

She barely made it out, before the building collapsed completely. ********** Larry woke up to a beeping sound. "Larry?" Laura asked softly, holding his hand. "Laura what happened?" He rasped. Straining his head to get a proper view of her. She looked pretty banged up, her cropped gray hair was covered with a bloody bandage. She sighed tiredly. "We lost 10 wolves in today's attack, then the witches were kind enough to drop the bodies of the pups they kidnapped. None of them survived." She murmured. "The pack is grieving."

"Not just that, we examined how all those four vampires were killed. Out of them, two were killed by some bigger size wolf. The claws mark on their face and body is bigger than any normal werewolves." "Hmm!!" Colton Haysbert nodded and was watching a glimpse of something silver in the CCTV camera footage that his hunters had installed at a couple of places in the forest. No matter how much zoom he used tried to do; he couldn't see what it was. It was obvious that the speed of the creature was really superhuman, so the camera couldn't record it properly. Changing the VPN of his brother's pack, Calvin Haysbert's pack, he tried to find something about this silver thing. He never read or knew th

“I know they would do anything to get level in power with mountain werewolves.” “What is your deal? You mountain werewolves were the ones that chased us out of Hoia Baciu.” Lupa said. “I should kill you for what your forest werewolf brothers and sisters did to me but I don’t think mom will be happy with that.” Claud said. “So I’m going to let you go.” “Your mom sounds wise.” Lupa said. “Who’s she?” “Tara. Tara Wolf.” Claud said. “Do you know her?” “Yeah. I do.” Lupa said. “But if your mom is Tara. Then you must be Claud. Wait, didn’t you die? How did you come back this strong? I remember sparring with you when we were little and beating the hell out of you.”

Lupu gestured for me to step inside the room, and as I hesitated, my eyes caught a disturbing sight: a creature resembling a wolf, but chained to the wall. Its eyes glinted with a wild, feral intelligence, and its fur was matted and scarred. I shouted without thinking, "What kind of wolf is that?" but the words barely escaped my mouth. Mr. Lupu looked at me calmly and replied, "That is no wolf, John. That is a werewolf," his voice steady but tinged with an ominous undertone.

I replied. “Of course alpha.” He replied before walking away. As he walked away, I led him to the said field and waited for everyone under the moonlight. An hour later, every single wolf in my pack gathered before me with Lane who at this point was no longer an alpha bound by chains laced with wolfsbane and dumped by the side. A couple of minutes later, Garagan arrived alongside some other wolves with pieces of the guillotine which he began assembling. Seeing as everyone was gathered, I stepped forward. “Wolves of the fountain of light, it is an honour to be before you today.” Hearing my greeting, every wolf before me kept quiet.