Loup Garou Novels & Stories

Azriel’s eyes snapped open, locking onto a pair of glowing, predatory eyes in the darkness beyond the window. Lupari. Shape-shifters sworn against his kind, wolves in form but cunning in mind. He had encountered them before, and he knew their reputation—they were swift, relentless hunters, and tonight, they were bold. Without hesitation, Azriel flung open the carriage door. His body hit the ground with feline grace, fangs bared, muscles coiled and ready. The Lupari surged toward him, snarling, teeth gleaming in the moonlight. Azriel’s hearing caught every sound: the snapping underbrush, the distant rustle of a predator circling, the uneven breath of the horses behind him. Each noise told a s

“The blood wolf is a hybrid, made from two different monsters, both violent and bloodthirsty, the loup-garou and the vampyr. It craves blood constantly and can never be appeased. It's a being so powerful that the native tribes start worshiping it as a god. It’s not until a coven of witches stand up against the blood wolf and put it down with a spell that the land is freed of its evil.” He looks up at me, and I swallow hard. What have we done?

Part of him wanted to turn into a wolf, but he refused. Suddenly, from behind the Rogues, another Rogue appeared. He was different from all the Rogues who had attacked him. His body was more robust and larger. His fur was silver, a very rare color. He didn't look like a Rogue at all. His eyes were also different. Rogue had black-brown eyes, while the new Rogue had orange eyes. This was the first time Lyall had seen those eyes. But the wolf was definitely Rogue, as its scent was strong.

Something that had not walked this world in centuries. A True Alpha. Not chosen. Not crowned. Born. He had been one in a million the moment he took his first breath. The night of his birth, the moon split the clouds and turned silver-black. Wolves howled in terror. Vampires felt their blood kneel inside their veins. The elders called it an omen. The priests called it heresy. His mother had screamed as the midwives fell to their knees. Because when he was born, he didn’t cry.

My hands drew into fists, and my brows jerked with a frown as I confusedly searched the walls of the bathroom, my mind scorching and wondering what was wrong with my hearing. ‘Line them up!’ I jumped hard, but my toilet saved me from falling. ‘Get out! Get out, you cunts!’ The voices snarled, and I swiftly gripped both sides of my head while my lips spilled words I could not comprehend until my ears managed to pay attention to them. ‘The Lycan owns your soul!’ A nasty feeling trickled down my spine and shifted my throat with inner disgust and an overpowering presence that made me cower. ‘Know your fucking place!’

“Yes, it seems Neil was right, you are being an asshole at the moment.” “Lily, it is not below me right now to pick you up from your collar and dump you outside of my room. Do. NOT. Test. My. Patience.” His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl.

"The little girl who has no magic power at all, how much power can she have? The first thing you need to do is to use a method like burning your life to hurt your enemy and think that you can kill me? Ulric, Ulric, I didn't expect it, but I ended up dying in the hands of me that you never even looked at. I clearly heard the bones of the body creaking sound, gradually, but gradually transformed into a huge werewolf, in the big black wolf did not dare to look at it jumped to its front, fiercely smashed two fists after one up and down picking its mouth hard, no matter how it struggles can not get rid of me. I heard a crunching sound, the wolf's head was broken into two halves, and the black wol

~LAUREN~ A closer look at the picture Emily sent confirmed to Lauren all that she already knew about. It wasn't an ordinary canine and didn't belong to normal people. Simply put, it belonged only to specific people, judging by the length, curves and the razor sharpness of it. Only a sourdre de sang had canine this sharp. Her boss had been right all along. The tooth In Emily's possession spelt danger. But how could she bring herself to tell Emily that?

But to save little Kate, Tom would have to damn himself and do wrong by one good man for the sake of a bad one. *** The bizarre sight of Audrey and Linus chasing a stray goat dressed in a lady's spencer was one Lucien could not draw his eyes away from. The garment, once a lovely shade of baby blue, was now torn in several places and beginning to fray at the edges. Lucien watched from the window as Audrey screamed bloody murder. She dove at the goat and fell to the frozen ground as it bolted away. Linus had taken up a garden hoe and was charging at the animal but a shout halted his blow. Horatia arrived, hastily dressed for the cold, and urged Linus to back away from the angry goat.

He was a loup-garou 'Oh my, a wolf! He's a wolf?! How did it happen? What on earth just happened?