Mawile Novels & Stories

I shrugged my shoulders, “Plenty of people don’t like me.” I tried to feign nonchalance; the truth of my words wasn’t absent on me though. We were walking together in silence up the stairs, when out of nowhere I heard Tom mumble, “I like you though.” My heart skipped a beat and constricted painfully. We arrived at the meeting room and Morgana was already at the head of the table. In time, the remaining six heads of families arrived. After the normal discussions and updates, Isabelle was the first to approach the elephant in the room. “Lilian tells me that werewolves are joining her high school.” Her eyes held mine for a second, then turned to Morgana, “Are we sharing our territory with them?

I had managed to find a wolfsbane and a bow with an arrow that seemed to be soaked in wolfsbane at the sharp end of it. I placed the small bottle of wolfsbane into my pocket and the bow and the arrow at my side preparing for any werewolf's attack as I sat beside Alpha Deucalion eagerly waiting on him to be awakened. He looked so beautiful laying still on the floor. I felt as if I could stare at him all day but not at a time like this. He was the only one who can protect me from any attack and I desperately needed him to be awakened. I stood up and looked around for anything of use that can help me to awaken him. There was a table covered with a strange jar filled with strange liquid along wi

“Yes, I missed it. Sister Rene bombarded me task earlier that I grew exhausted, and I accidentally slept on the stable.” “I am sorry about that.” The sovereign said. Abigail then caught the sticking leaf on Mathilda’s legs. No tree inside the compound had that on their foliage, and it would seem that she was out the whole time which was true. Abigail then abruptly stood, slightly throwing Mother Renata off balance. “There is a bug on my skirt. There is a bug in my skirt.” She acted as she kept shaking her skirt and eyeing Mathilda’s at the same time. And fortunately, Mathilda noticed the leaf before Mother Renata could see it.

Therefore, then that wolvire can be placed into headquarters for tighter security. Signed, Rokan Allegro, Indonesian High Management ___________

The purple light went blindingly white. Mwajuma didn't wait for the explosion. In mid-air, she reached out her hand toward the massive hanging vine. She focused every ounce of her remaining mana into the dust on her palm. She created a dense, heavy stone weight, connected to her wrist by a thin, flexible tether of woven earth and roots. She threw the stone like a bola. The stone weight wrapped perfectly around the thick vine. The tether caught tight. The sudden deceleration wrenched Mwajuma’s shoulder socket, tearing a scream from her lungs, but her downward momentum was halted. She swung wildly through the air, away from the falling monster.

There were a lot of them. With how exhausted everyone was, I didn't think this was something we could win. But Mav and his team fought, with well-executed moves that showed this wasn't a first time for the group. They flanked and covered each other as they fought. Khalil used a sword, Mav used his two blades while Tabitha used two daggers, and Abeel used a spear. From time to time though, I thought Mav used his powers. I didn't know what he did, but some of the women just fell without him ever touching them.

Anita's voice wavered as she delivered this startling revelation. "Alpha Jake, Mara's origins... they are unique, to say the least. She's a hybrid, a mix of Lycan, Werewolves, Witch, Vampire, and even Dragons. It's a combination of supernatural bloodlines that's exceptionally rare and incredibly powerful." Alpha Jake was left utterly stunned by this revelation. He had never encountered or even heard of such a hybrid before. His mind raced with questions, and he struggled to comprehend the implications of Mara's extraordinary heritage.

No, no, no. This wasn’t normal. I pushed away from the table, standing up quickly. The edges of my vision blurred as I staggered about my room. My breathing began to turn heavy and forced. Oh goddess. Oh goddess, no. I knew this feeling and what was wrong. I've had an experience when I was little. Mule. It was a rare drug, illegal in most packs and cities. It is a pheromone-triggering compound designed to arouse a wolf’s instincts and make them drop their guard.

The low, melodic thrum of the Unwritten Realms felt different now—charged, watchful. Maia, the shewolf, slept fitfully, her massive flank rising and falling in a slow, pained rhythm. The silvery scar on her chest pulsed with a soft light, a stark reminder of the debt we now owed.

Johnny rolled his eyes, making no attempts to stop the witch as she stormed out of the kitchen. It had been several hours since Ursula made her discovery and since then, everyone had been flying around the place trying to slow down a mass shift. However, Johnny couldn't help but think they were too late. Now the wolven spirits had been given a chance to awaken, they would do what they could to stay awake. It was simply a case of natural survival instincts. But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening.