Loup Garou Novels & Stories

Louis shouted in front of Harem. "How that could be. Azura is an immortal werewolf." Harem stammered; he looked over at Azura to verify. Louis couldn't contain his anger any longer; he grabbed Harem's collar and shouted uncontrollably: "Neither she nor her damned lover is immortal werewolves anymore. It was she who ruined all my plans. I have to kill it." Harem was shocked; in a moment of anger, Louis turned into a werewolf with sharp teeth, then he quickly returned to his original form. Harem tried to calm down and said:

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.

It was at that time that Luke realized that he had let Garrett go already and he had no choice to kill the engine of the car. He watched as Garrett transformed into his beast midair, going straight at the first wolf that had attacked their car. It didn’t take too long for Derek, Garrett’s wolf, to rip the first rogue apart. Straightaway the beast went for the other rogue who had clawed at him before and then bit into the neck. There was a struggle between both of them but soon after the rogue was unmoving.

A patrol wolf being thrown to the side as he tried to slow them down. She reached up her left hand to touch the pack mark nestled between her shoulder blades, a crescent moon, a sign that they were the Moon’s servants. It gave her a direct link to her father in times of need, her only binding to the pack, and therefore allowed her to alert them to the danger that was coming for them. She howled as she did this, her vocal cords grinding and changing into that of a beast. Releasing a large roar that shook the trees around her and echoed off the mountain sides around her.

“What’s happening? I can hear a voice in my head. She sounds angry.” Michael lowers his hand from her neck and wraps it around her waist, his eyes glowing with affection as he gazes down at her. Moving closer, I place my hand against her jaw and look into her eyes. The glow pulses to life and fades several times, indicating that her angel is fighting to return. Lana strains in Michael’s arms and looks up at him. “Michael, vous me faites mal,” Michael, you’re hurting me. She mutters mournfully. Michael gives Lana a helpless look before turns his eyes to me and signals for me to continue.

Lou took the photo and the moment his eyes focused on it he grabbed Mj by the arm and started to squeeze it fairly hard, “where did you get this?” Lou snapped and Mj’s eyes grew wide as his demeanor changed instantly and Mj recognized the frenzy of anger bubbling up in the old butcher. “What the fuck Lou you are hurting my arm” she said pulling her arm out of Lou’s feverd grasp and the old man grabbed a handful of her shirt and pulled her off her feet until she was eye to eye with him, “is this supposed to be a joke, who gave you this?” Mj could feel Theron pounding against her mind like a wild animal trying to get in and his pure protective rage was almost overwhelming, but Mj didn't want t

However, werewolves and lycans both shift at the age of eighteen. There is one main issue with werewolves that my parents made sure I understood from a young age. Werewolves that live in packs absolutely detest rogue wolves. I do not blame them. There is good reasoning for hating rogues. Rogues usually go insane from the solitude and, more often than not, end up attacking and killing innocent wolves. The group of wolves that killed my parents were rogues. Since then, I have made a habit of going rogue hunting. I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane.

Louis POV "Mom, where are you? '' I searched the house for my mother. All I could hear were muffled screams. I knew it was my mother screaming and crying for help. As I walked downstairs, the screams became louder. I ran outside, only to witness my mother fighting for her life. Her wolf was injured so severely that she was forced to return to her human form. The rogues dragged my mother through the dirt, ripping off her arm; another grabbed her legs, slinging her into the car. She sat up against the car, blood coming from everywhere, when a rogue rammed into her body, biting into her neck and ripping out her throat. I was so scared that I stood there and watched my mother die.

They are hanging loosely off his hips. "Have you figured it out yet Maggie?" as he reaches out to feel my forehead. "Figures what out?" He lets a small laugh out "You are a late bloomer. You are known as Lupus werewolf. You get your wolf on the first full moon of your 29th Birth year. You are a rare breed but to be one of the strongest of wolves out there."

Dorian Grimaldi. The dense forest beckoned me with its verdant embrace, my paws propelling me forward with relentless determination. The ethereal breeze whispered through the towering trees, tenderly caressing my sleek fur as I dashed through the underbrush. A symphony of sounds enveloped me—the rustling leaves, the melodic chirping of birds, and the distant echo of my wolf's triumphant howl. Each step I took sent a thrilling pulse through my veins, heightening the adrenaline coursing through my lupine form.