Loud House Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Tonight, we have an extra edge with us. Narrator, your heightened senses will guide us through the darkness. Let us journey into the unknown, united as one." Glester, intrigued by the supernatural, exchanges a curious glance with Joseph before turning to the narrator. "It's remarkable how your werewolf abilities can aid us in uncovering this buried secret," he comments, a mixture of awe and respect in his voice. "With you by our side, we have an advantage that the darkness cannot defeat."

He knew that Lily was scared, so he said: “I teased you before. We werewolves only transform on full moon nights, on other days just like you - humans. We just move a little faster.” Lily's face was full of suspicion: “Really?” “Of course.” “Okay, so I’m in.” Here everyone was walking, no vehicles, no means other than walking. This castle had a pretty special point, that was. All the rooms were connected to the main hall of the castle to get outside of the city gate. As soon as we got to the main hall, I and Lily encountered the Highness. He was sitting calmly on the large chair near the Wolf King. His eyes were always watching Lily, that made Lily feel unsettled, unintelligible.

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.

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.

Chapter 3 Crazy for Loving You The rest of the pack house was exactly what I would have expected from seeing the basement: infested with dust bunnies and poorly maintained. We passed through a large living room on our way up from the basement, where three younger werewolves were lounging on the couch, playing some kind of outdated video game. They all glanced up as Ian and Nate led me through, and they sneered, but they didn’t say anything. I could hear other voices in the house, though, maybe coming from what I thought had to be the kitchen around the corner. I could smell food from that direction. The smell turned my stomach and made me ache with hunger all at once.

“The lone wolf, if he has chosen the Luna as his mate, he will come after her. And he won’t stop until we’re all dead. We can send the boys on ahead, but you and I need to go after him and make certain that he is dead.” Lars sighed heavily. But before he could speak there was suddenly an unsettling and familiar sign drew both their attentions around. The sound of Misha puking through the bars of her cage. *** “Well, well, well. Look who decided to finally wake up and joint us, Sleeping Beauty!” Murdoch said bitterly as he and Lars approached her cage. They had the good sense to hang back out of arm’s reach, however. “How ya feelin’ there, little lady? Remember us?” Lars said to her, more mil

The figure at the end of the hallway growled, their voice taking on a feral tone. "It doesn't matter who she is to me, but you've got the wrong person, and for that, you'll pay dearly." As they spoke, they began to walk towards us, their movements swift and purposeful. The mysterious man's eyes flashed with amber light, a sign of his werewolf heritage, as he prepared to face the newcomer. The air seemed to crackle with tension as the two figures clashed, their movements lightning-fast. The hallway was suddenly bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, illuminating the dark space.

After a while, I look at him in the eye and say, "Freddy, I am not a baby. Even if I am your wife, I cannot stay at home and wait for you all the time. I have my own stuff to do." All of a sudden, he holds my arm and throws me onto a sofa. When I am about to stand up and yell at him, something huge covers all the light from the crystal lights in the middle of the room. It seems to be a beast at first glance, but later I notice that it is Freddy who stands up from the wheelchair. Is this the difference between a werewolf and a human ? Before I decide whether to congratulate him or curse him, he rushes to me and holds my shoulder.

We quickly thank him, and luckily, he leaves without another word. The house lacks any decorations or curtains. The haphazardly arranged furniture looks barely standing. Our bags land on the couch in the living room that has grown old and dusty over the years. Jason stares at me for a moment before pulling me to him, burying his face in the crook of my neck, and starts talking in a hushed voice. “I’m 100 percent sure these were homes of werewolves. And Brock…” he takes a deep breath before keeping an even lower voice. “I think Brock is a hunter,” he finishes, and my body goes rigid with a breath struck in my lungs.

She said looking at the ceiling. The guys were shocked. Mouths hanging open and everything. I reached over and pushed Robbie’s jaw up making him close it. “You what?!” He whisper yelled shocked. “Yeah, we got our wolves.” “B-b-b-but your birthdays aren’t for another three weeks!” Alec stated. “We have no idea but we have them not.” Louise said with a shrug and smile. “You know what this means right?” Robbie asked looking at Alec. Alec nodded his head before looking at Louise.