Loup Garou Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

He looks at me in shock "ANSWER ME" - I shout "Let’s go to my room and talk" - he says I am losing my shit, I can still hear her voice saying she pleased him, she touched him, I feel something inside of me take over, I feel pain and I fall on the floor and I scream. He kneels next to me "Stay calm baby, your wolf is trying to come out" I scream in pain and when I notice he is looking at me with a smirk on his face and he turns into a massive black and grey wolf. He bumps his head against mine and he links to me "Welcome to the pack my Luna"

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

Her hormonal ass swings on a pendulum from gratitude to attitude with a quickness. I hopped in my truck and headed to the nearest grocery, the only damn thing still open except for bars. The people here know my wife so well the cashier started laughing when she saw me coming. "Hi Mr. Lyon, Kat at it again?" I just smiled and put the shit on the conveyer. I'm a fucking laughing stock. Me, over six feet, tattooed, with muscles that I know she can see through the sleeves of my thermal Henley. But Kat has turned me into the town clown. I know she and Elena has filled these people's heads with bullshit because I've heard them more than once telling some female that I'm a big old teddy bear. Yeah

from the crowd drew her from her thoughts and she looked up to see someone from the London team splayed out on the floor, flattened by number forty-four, the behemoth from their very own house team, the Ottawa city, Loup Garou's. The Loup Garou's-which translated to werewolf, even if the team was comprised of a dozen species-hollered in triumph as their main man sprang over the prone body of the hapless opposing player. The titan sprinted for the opposite end, his broad body and shoulders acting the part of blocker and clearing a path. Number sixty-nine, with a Colgate grin that made her shiver, paralleled the behemoth, the ball

“I didn’t know that the forest werewolves were under the protection of a god.” “Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not protecting the forest werewolves.” Claud said. “Just her.” Lupa was finally strong enough to stand. “Claud.” Lupa said. “I think she has escaped.” “Shit.” Claud said. “Look at what you caused now. What’s your name?” “I’m Lycidas Grimfang, sir.” “How old are you?” “I’m 8056.” “How did you find her?” “I sensed her presence.” “How? Werewolves are not built to sense people. They only use smell, sight and sound.”

He then turned to face her, his dark chocolate eyes gazing over Alinta as he studied her with a benign smile, then asked, "May I ask, why is a fair lupa like you travelling alone to Mercurysburg?” Alinta looked at the man in surprise. "Lupa" is Latin for she-wolf, and "lupus" is Latin for a male wolf. This was a code werewolves or mythical creatures would use to refer to one another in the human realm without raising suspicion. What surprised her was that she usually sensed when a fellow werewolf was nearby, but this man didn’t smell like one at all. She also had never engaged with a human or any other sifter before, so she did not know how to distinguish between the different races.

“You’re right, General. There is a pack near here.” “Oh,” the general lifted her body, her eyes sparkling with great interest. “I told you, didn't I? Tell me more.” Louis recounted what he’d seen, not daring to miss a single detail. “I was scouting few kilometers away from here when I heard a series of footsteps coming my way. I hid and covered my scent with animal blood, then watched from afar. A few minutes later, I saw them. If I’m not mistaken, it’s an expedition squad. There are at least thirty werewolves there, and by the smell of it, they’re newly blessed.”

There were none left alive. Pack members cheered in celebration, and I was happy it was all over. Or so I thought. As Amoux looked around, he noticed Louve was nowhere to be found and our heartbeat got erratic. Where is she? Amoux sniffed the air, her scent was leading him through the woods, but there was another scent who made him growl in anger. He didn’t waste time, running as fast as he could until he could find her. Louve was near, he could sense it, and I could feel it as well. When he finally made it to where she could be, he saw them fighting to death.

Public domain In the 18th century, the former French province of Gévaudan was terrorised by the so-called La Bête du Gévaudan (The Beast of Gévaudan). The Beast was first spotted by a woman tending cattle in the forest near Langogne in June. Her bulls scared it off, but not long after it attacked and killed a 14-year-old girl. Over the ensuing months, sightings and attacks mounted. Those who had seen the Beast described a large wolf with unusual red fur streaked with black. And it was prolific. According to a 1980 study, there were 210 attacks in all, 113 of which were fatal.