Loud House Werewolf Novels & Stories

He shrugs his shoulder and gets inside the house. *** "Where are they now?" Accalia asks immediately when she gets into the underground office of her uncle. "They're moving to different places," Lycano said while showing Accalia the photos he got from his own CCTV and special cameras that can detect werewolves from miles. Several werewolves are now wandering to a different place near the dark alley. No one can't seem to know that they are on the rooftop of their houses, in their backyard, and on a dark street.

Minnow spitted venomously with lips curled over teeth. Saylor's glare fell on his lap, and his shoulders slumped. He knew better than to try to speak to her at this moment. "We recruit a new hunter each year," Cecil said calmly over his shoulder. "Hunter? What do we hunt?" Minnow turned to her father for answers. "Well, we hunt, um." He stuttered. His eyes searched his wife. Dovie rolled her eyes. " We hunt werewolves and other supernatural beings," she said simply without batting her perfectly styled eyelids. Instead, she continued flicking through the stack of papers in front of her.

The air in the room changed with each new headline. “This just in—tragedy strikes the influential Holland family, as youngest son, werewolf James Holland, was found dead in his Houston penthouse. Authorities, both werewolf and human, are ruling it a suicide.” A photo flicked onto the screen, and I froze, my glass of wine halfway to my mouth. Turning slowly, my eyes narrowing into slits, I faced Ghost. “Hey, Ghost. Weren’t you just in Houston?” Meeting my stare with one of his own, he continued loudly slurping his noodles.

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

His entire body tensed. A deafening explosion echoed through the house. The door was violently torn off its hinges, revealing a group of men dressed in dark suits. Killian's eyes narrowed, his stance shifting into a defensive position. He recognized them immediately - werewolves, but not just any werewolves. These were Rogues, The only enemies Lycans had were the Rogue Wolves.

Which I clearly did not. I was starting to get a headache. Again, it felt like something was trying to come through, like some sort of pressure at the back of my mind. I decided to take a nap since my quality of sleep wasn’t so great last night and crawled into my bed and it wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep. Although I was rudely awoken by knocking on my door. It felt like I had maybe been asleep for five minutes, but looking at the clock, I saw that it was almost midday. I groaned and pulled myself out of bed, feeling worse than ever. Maybe I was coming down with something. Werewolves didn’t get standard colds and such, but there was a small variant of supernatural viruses that cou

Almost half of his age. . Third Person’s POV . Amber came to the living room after getting freshened up. She observed the shocked face of the person sitting on the couch next to Alexander because he wasn’t expecting to see a werewolf in a house of hunters. Alex forwarded his hand toward Amber and she grabbed it immediately and sat beside him. “Is he the guy who is going to marry Lily?”, Amber asked and furrowed her eyebrow. “But he doesn’t look like an old man”, She added, wondering why Lily had mentioned that Mr. Davis was an old man?

When i almost reached the backyard, i heard the sound of growling—like the pain of growl. I peek. And i'm shocked to what i saw, i saw Lohrton changing into a monster. His white teeth turns into a white fangs that can break a bone, his back and spinal cord turns into a bent back of a dog and his head...it turns into the face of wolf! He's a freaking werewolf! Shocked, i accidentally dropped the knife that caused a rattle. There i saw Lohrton changed into a full werewolf and he saw me! He saw me staring at him! He's aqua blue eyes turned into a lighting blue. And those eyes, i remembered something.

His eyes never left mine, as if I was the most cherished treasure in his world. Suddenly, a rush of anxious footsteps echoed through the area. Both Louie and I tensed up, our senses on high alert. Louie's low growl reverberated through the air, a clear warning to whoever was approaching. I stood by his side, my heart pounding, unsure of who or what we were about to encounter. Through the darkness, several figures emerged, and as the moonlight illuminated their faces, my breath caught in my throat—they were all fully armed werewolves, each carrying weapons in their hands. The glint of silver and steel reflected the moonlight, signifying their readiness for battle.

Then suddenly, someone appeared who claimed to be their father, someone who had extraordinary powers and brought them to a world they had never known before. In the corner of the room, Mrs. Lia Louvin watched with a sharp gaze. She recalled the time she checked Loudy's wound and it had completely healed. There was no scar, no sign that her shoulder had ever been pierced by a bullet. This speed of healing was beyond ordinary humans-even beyond many young werewolves.