Loup Garou Novels & Stories

At least these two smells could help hide Loui and Malia's scent from the Skarsgards. "Is it safe here, Lou?" Malia asked curiously. Loui nodded. "Looks like this cabin was once inhabited by witches. I smell the strong scent of garlic, silver powder, and the scents used to make potions." explained Loui at length. Malia nodded slowly. She looked down, then squeezed her fingers, as usual. "Loui?" call Malia as if to say something. "Yes, Malia?" Loui noticed Malia's fingers were squeezing together with nervousness and fear.

Shocked for a long time, Lopo finally came to his senses and shouted and pushed Lupa away, still unable to accept this fact. "Half-wolf, half-witch to be exact, otherwise how could she possibly be your Fated Mate?" I deliberately accentuated the last few words, which really stung Lopo's nerves deeply. He has always been arrogant in everything that he did. I was interested to see what he would do now that had found out that his goddess-given mate, who he had claimed to always love, is actually a witch. Lopo gave me the answer in seconds. He completely disregarded the most important decency in a man's attitude towards women and pushed Lupa, who was crying on the ground, away from him as hard a

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

Lucas spoke up, the hard look in his eye sending his cousin off silently. It took everything Chloe had to suck air into her lungs and not sink to the ground when Lucas took just a few dominating strides towards her. Being werewolf blessed Chloe with supernatural senses and yet the shadows of night and light of the moon only sharpened Lucas’ features even more. There was something wild and yet put together in everything about Lucas. A true apex predator who had fixed his sights on his latest prey.

Garrit comes into the lobby. “Didn’t you say the girl is living with three boys?” asks Carl. “Yes.” “Who is this third boy who you didn’t see around the house very often?” “Blonde hair. Not a vampire.” “Of course, because he is a werewolf.” “So, how do you plan to get to him?” Asks Luther. “Kidnap someone from the house again?” “Yes, because that worked out so well last time,” Carl says irritably. “I can do it this time,” says Garrit.

My heart pounds, a deafening percussion in my ears that mirrors the thudding of my pursuers. Suddenly, emerging from the inky shadows of the forest, a herd of Lycans appears to block my path. Their forms are grotesque parodies of both man and wolf—upright figures covered in coarse fur, their snouts elongated, their eyes glowing an eerie, malevolent yellow. Muscles ripple under their fur as they snarl, displaying long, lethal fangs that are built to tear flesh from bone. The very air around them seems to thicken, heavy with their ominous presence.

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.

Or these were normal wolves. “Okay.” I stopped smiling. “Louie is my stepbrother! He’s a werewolf, and he wouldn’t let you get away if you hurt me!”

I pulled back my fist and swung at her. Carl appeared out of nowhere and grabbed my wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?” He said with an obvious look of disgust. “If you’re so proud of being the luna, how about you act like one, instead of crying for a rogue every day,” he said, pushing me back and away from Lena. “Exactly,” Lena said, snuggling up to him. “You’re so decisive. Thank god you solved that problem in time for the dignity of the pack.” She turned to look at me with a grin that made my blood turn cold.