Monster High Werewolves Novels & Stories

From the other side, the footsteps grew louder, and then Verina and her pack of monsters came into view. She was floating again, or at least seeming to, wearing that long black robe. She looked menacing, her black hair flying out around her head, even with the hood on, as she came to a stop on the other side of the clearing, about twenty feet from where I’d stopped walking. Around her, at least three dozen dark wolves, their fur black, their eyes red, also stopped, snarling and growling as they crouched down, ready to pounce on whichever of my wolves moved first.

In the depth forests far away from the human society they was a area of pack wolves they were called dynasty pack ,this pack was one of the most powerful packs of wolves they were not underestimated mainly because they had strong alphas followed by betas even the omega's knowns as weak and frail were a bit strong in this place you can see strong, beautiful and delicate buildings which didn't lose to buildings of that of humans you can see the werewolves in their human forms,strong, beautiful and handsome this site was busy like a market and everyone was minding their own business that was until a boy about eighteen- nineteen came in the picture.

They just walked on as if nothing special happened when something of a special and celebratory nature had happened. The werewolves had defeated the vampires but these last set of warriors acted as if nothing of that sort had happened. The most notable of all the warriors of the Malreux Wolf Pack was the head warrior, and it was only right that he was the most notable since he was the leader of the rest of the warriors and the one who had led them to victory.

he says as he trembles. I keenly maintain eye contact with the monster and it slowly walks towards us, I think this could be the right moment for me to shift and I immediately transform into one fierce wolf. I run towards the monster but it knocks me away hitting myself on a tree besides the road, it was even more stronger than I imagined, I could not feel my back anymore, I don’t think if this was going to work at all, it walks to where I was lying and hits me severally, filled with rage and I knew this was the day I was going to die, Tyler could not let this happens, I looked at him in his eyes and he knew he could not just let me die like that, he picks a stick and throws it at the monste

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.

I asked again and she nodded. I scoffed, shook my head in disbelief and waved her off. "I'm a werewolf, Renee, werewolves don't easily get drunk" I boasted, with a proud smirk. Renee raised an eyebrow at me and she glanced at the bottle of wine on the table. "How confident are you that you won't get drunk after drinking this wine?" she asked. "100 percent confident" I answered. "Let me give you a heads-up, Wymond doesn't get drunk because he's a combination of different beasts -yet, he steers clear of this wine"

The drama that was playing on the stage was about the little boy who , a special born who killed his mother, the Luna of the pack. " I hope we are following." Ruckus said, eyeing Derek. He smiled. It was obvious Derek was getting uncomfortable. " The story is about a young special born wolf who took the life of his own mother. " " That's strange." Alpha of the blood river pack said. " Quite sad. The boy mus be a curse to the pack." Ruckus giggled. " I bet he is. Someone like that gas to be a monster that will keep killing without stopping. " He eyed Derek.

“Here is the deal. Y'all will walk out and surrender. No magic or he dies.” Alpha Jones doesn’t bluff. He’s a ruthless werewolf. He could tell the number of witches in the mystic cave by listening to their heartbeats. The witches are outnumbered and he’s not alone. He got company -- the ancient vampires that lurk in the dark.

No, those things did not make the ugly bastard a Monster. It was because he fitted into one of those things that brought shivers to the spines of commoners and other Werewolves themselves. He was a part man, part wolf. A monster that lorded over a monster, a special kind of shape shifter….. he was an Alpha Werewolf. Combine Gentry– who fitted into the role of the worst of both worlds, an abomination, a Part human, Part Werewolf– and then the entire team of Humans behind him, they could not take on The Lord himself.

Dax After four hours of staring at my ceiling without being able to fall asleep, I finally give up. So here I am at the gym before the sun's even thinking about showing its face, beating the heavy bag like it owes me an apology, and my wolf won't shut the fuck up. Tell him, he says. Again. For approximately the nine hundredth time. Tell the hunter what we know. Then claim him and keep him. Right. Brilliant. Walk up to Noah Hunter, a man who has spent his whole life believing werewolves are vicious monsters, and announce that somebody out there is deliberately biting people to make more of us.