Monster Prom Wolf Novels & Stories

It was so hard to focus on his face when literally everything was bare. I cleared my throat, "so uh...what you saw outside the house was real. The supernatural is real and this wolf over here is a werewolf who was imprisoned into that stone thingy for many years until today. He's here to ask for our help," yup, I just laid it all out there for her to process. It wasn't like I could break it down any simpler anyway. A huge sigh of relief escaped my lips as the tension fled my body. It felt so good to tell the truth for once. To speak of the things that I knew about.

Standing tall and menacing, his brown and white fur bristled as he bared his fangs at Bruce. Bruce roared in response, fully embracing his beast. His body twisted grotesquely as his half-transformed state gave way to a monstrous wolf form. His light brown fur, marred by a large black patch across his back, shimmered under the dim light as his glowing amber eyes narrowed with bloodlust. Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

That day he became a werewolf. Little did he know that his new-found power would not shield him from the troubles to come, rather they would put him at the center of everything. The Idols knew that a war was coming unlike any war that had ever been fought. Hence, they created an army unlike any army that had ever been created: Strength- the iron werewolf… Chapter 4. 40 YEARS AGO. Samson came into the Loveland kingdom from the northern nomadic tribes. He came as a simple scholar in search of knowledge.

I tell him. He looks at his mate on the floor, then down at his boss, who is still pinned under my boot. His chest heaves under his greasy top. "You're a monster," the third wolf whispers, his scent spiking with pure terror. "I am a Luna," I correct him, my voice dropping to a whisper that only a wolf can hear over the music. "Even without a pack." I release the Beta's crushed wrist. I kick his shoulder, sending him sprawling across the floor next to his unconscious mate.

Roman led me up onto the stage where his family was currently standing. Brock was jogging towards the stage with two other guys in tow. Holy hell. Was there something in the water here in this pack that made them all beasts? The guy directly behind Brock was built like a mountain. I had never seen anyone with that many muscles or build before. The guy behind him was built like a strong warrior. ‘Mountain. Apt description,’ Storm mused. Her nose went into the air as she inhaled. ‘He’s a hybrid. Werewolf and werebear. Nice combination. It makes him a super-predator.’

She could easily guess he was an omega in his pack. He roared with bloodshot eyes as she laughed at him. Jackson had run Into a corner as the wolf in front of him was bigger and looked stronger than his. Their colleague was frightened to death and was about to dial the police through the phone on the counter. Lucia gave Jackson a sign and he immediately hit a large frying pan on the girl's head. She fell to the floor. The wolf roared again while he gathered his strength. Without warning, he launched at Lucia, biting hard on her shoulder.

Angie says. I look across at the other pack members. There is one wolf who is solid black with white eyes. He is breathtaking. “Who is that?” I ask Angie. I keep staring at the beautiful creature across the water. I am completely mesmerized by him. It feels like I know him. “Girl, that is Erick; he is the Alpha’s son and our future Alpha,” Angie says. “He is yummy,” I say. “You should see him in human form. He is a deliciously dark treat. His skin is like a chocolate bar, and I would love to devour him whole,” Angie says.

Hambora yelled Causing Doctor Bonnie to frown and turn sharply "Seriously, you all need to relax Okay. Like I said, this is just a rough Experiment, I mixed the Werewolf Cells with the gene of a Frog so what we have here is an hybrid, Half Werewolf and half Frog Okay?" Doctor Explained while Glamora sighed as he placed a new Cigarette on his Lips

“I’m not sure, Alpha, they just keep coming.” Jonathan replied. Romero shifted as he ran towards the border. Aidrien was happy to be set free. Romero’s wolf was massive since he is an alpha. His fur was the color of an intense midnight black. He ran with all his might and howled to call the pack warriors to join him. He soon came upon the battle taking place and joined in the fight. He fought with a dark brown rouge that lunged at him. He got so focused on the battle as more and more kept coming that he actually started to enjoy it a little too much. ~back at the hospital~