Loup Garou Novels & Stories

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing – Louie had not only saved me from the impending danger but also incapacitated the entire pack of rogue wolves. The realization of Louie's extraordinary abilities filled me with awe and gratitude. Louie's dual nature never ceased to amaze me. In my memory, he had always been a gentle werewolf, someone who cherished art, loved music, and possessed a kind and caring heart. I never could have imagined that the same Louie would display such astonishing power on the battlefield. It was as if he wore two different masks—the gentle artist and the fierce warrior.

{Name: Kirou} {Race: Werewolf(Lycan/Human)} {Class: Weapon Master} {Subclass: Crafting Master} {Weapons: Gunblade Tonfas, Beginner Knife, Wolf Claws, Enchanted Steel Chain, Threaded Wires...} {Armor: Swampland Leather Armor Set (vest, pants, gloves, boots, crocodile helmet), Mysterious Bead(???)} {Level: 13} {HP: 732/732 (432+100+200)}

Walking up to where they stood, the guards shifted backwards and bowed as soon as they saw me. “Hello there.” I waved and they turned backwards to see me, smiles appearing on their cheeks in an instant. “Hi Louis…” Caroline greeted in an excited way as she trailed her fancy looking bottle all over. Damon who was struggling to hold his kite finally looked up to me. “Hi Louis. Please could you tell Caroline here that Lions are way cool than Werewolves. She said she saw one early today and i keep telling her it was probably a Lion but she would not believe me.” Damon pouted and my gaze narrowed to his.

I furrowed my brows, still weirded out by the sudden question. “Well, it is mostly for hunting like aconitum, artemisia, lupine-” “Lupine,” she replied in an instant. “How is that supposed to be the answer?” Both Alarick and I asked. “Lupine is poisonous to werewolves. Once a hunter puts some of it in his spear and you get wounded by it.” I nodded at what she said. That is what I do all the time. “But it can prevent you from turning into a werewolf when it is directly ingested.” My eyes widened at what she said.

"I need you to help me with something." "What?" Delaphine hand moved from around me. "I need you to help me but a stop to Bazaar." Her eyes widen, surprised. "He's a werewolf Del, I saw him shift into one." Delaphine could not believe what I had said. I showed her the cloak I was wearing and informed her it was what he was using along with the leather gloves to protect himself from the wolf's bane. Delaphine nodded, still in shock by the news. "If he truly is, how can we stop him?" she asked.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

she said, jason turned to her, startled as she smiled, that's when he heard a series of howl break into the sky night, "That's my cue to leave, I'm just a goddess they serve, they haven't seen me in years and I'll love to keep it that way, plus I do my best to stay out of their politics" she said as jason heard the thundering of paws rolling down the mountain top, "And Loup-de-sang means werewolf where you came from" she said as she disappeared, jason cursed silently as he held my blades tighter, frankly he doubted anything would faze him at this point, in hindsight he should had realized that any magical world would have the usual assortment which entailed creatures such as vampires and wer

"Unleash your wolves!” A savage roar erupted from the warriors as bones cracked violently beneath flesh. The sounds of transformation tore through the night. Spines twisted. Jaws elongated. Claws burst from human hands. One after another, massive wolves emerged around the fire, their growls vibrating through the earth itself. Black wolves. Silver wolves. Creatures with eyes glowing gold in the dark. The clearing behind us descended into a glorious chaos. And standing at the center of it all, I grabbed Leinna by the wrist and pulled her up from the fallen log beside me before thrusting her away from the frenzy.

And it was close. Everyone was on their feet in an instant. Weapons were in hands. Rhydian and Kellan were at the edge of the clearing, peering into the trees. "What was that?" someone whispered. "It didn't sound like a wolf." "It wasn't," Rhydian said, his voice tense. "It was a Rougarou." "What's a Rougarou?" I asked. Kellan answered, his knife ready. "A broken wolf. One whose bond has been severed but didn't fade. They go mad. They live in the wild places between territories. They feel the hole where their pack was every second. It makes them… vicious."