My Sister The Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Zinnia, you better not have a wolf in there or the ministry of witches will punish you." "I promise, I make friends with no werewolf." "Well, we heard a loud howl in this area and you know it wasn't far from possible since your sister had a relationship with a werewolf." "You better not bring my sister into this! They are mate for holy sake! Respect my sister, would you?" She raised her voice and emphasize her words well. "I am not scared of your words, Zinnia. I am not who was hiding anything." "I hide nothing!" I did my best not to make any noise.

I asked. "Yup, she is Jessica's older sister," Evelyn nodded. I guess now that explains why can't I take her out of my head. Just because I have a werewolf brother, I have seen werewolf women as well. He was not with other girls ever but whenever we saw a werewolf woman out there, Ash always told me that she was a werewolf. And man... I won't lie, werewolf woman are damn beautiful... Their physic, beauty, smile, everything... Every single thing about them is beautiful. I was always amazed by their beauty.

“She is trying to contact her twin sister who has recently gone missing. According to our reports her sister died a week ago.” “Did the sister have a wolf?” I ask thoughtfully. Ruth nods her head in affirmation. “Intersting…I think I just might go pay this wolfless werewolf a visit afterall. Shall we?” I asked, reaching for Ruth’s hand so I could teleport us to this interesting creature.

he asked. I tried rubbing my eyes again but he stopped me. “You’re going to hurt your eyes if you're not careful,” he said. “And I'm going to heal almost immediately because I am a werewolf,” I replied groggily. “You and your smart mouth,” he chortled. “Anyway, since you're not interested in playing the guessing game, I am just going to tell you.” After a dramatic pause, he spoke. “My sister is here and she's joining us for dinner.”

Now she came to a conclusion: the werewolf was Caspian. "Y—you're Caspian?” Callista said in a weak and trembling voice. She did not believe it at all. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have thought that her stepbrother was a werewolf. "Cally! What took you so long? Is Caspian in his room?" Lysandra called out as she stepped closer to the room. Callista's heart skipped a beat when she heard her mother's voice. Her face grew pale. She was sure that no one knew about this matter, so she would also keep it a secret from anyone, as she did not want to make Caspian angry and finish him off.

"I...I'm sorry. I ask a lot of questions. It's a nasty habit I've developed ever since last year..." "What happened last year?" He notices that I have stiffened too, "If you don't mind me asking." I smile as I walk down the docks, "My sister. She was murdered in the winter...that's how I stumbled across all of this. Sometime last year, she had discovered that our family were from a line of Lycanthrope." He only hums and I look at him curiously, "You don't seem surprised." "You smell like herbs and magic, little wolf. And you have a tendency to know and see things you shouldn't," He murmurs as I struggle with one of the sloppily tied knots, "Do you need help, little one?"

She was waking up. "Argh!" She groaned, her beautiful breasts jiggled as she stretched her arms and clutched her head. Cleo was a magnificent specimen. I really wanted to fuck her. I knew she was a werewolf when I discovered she was the sister of professor Danvers. The hunters always suspected him, but they weren't sure, so they found it fitting for me to date his sister to monitor them, but no one told me I'd grow a strong liking for the sexy creature. "How are you feeling, Cleo?"

Was all he said as he stepped away from me, grabbing the can again and emptying the content into his mouth. Okay, this was weird and I needed to find an answer. Could he read my thoughts? Ryan too? Why? That was impossible. Werewolves can't read minds, we can only mind link, by 'we' I'm definitely not included, I can't do that, 'cause I have no wolf yet. My sister found her wolf when she was thirteen, and now we're both eighteen ,and only one of us was still with a wolf. "No, I'm not thinking about sex" I finally said after a long time. He dropped the can and nodded, uninterested and went back to snooping.

Adam said, and Zacharia tensed a bit. "They were eighteen," he argued. "Most of them have been killed," Adam said with a straight face, and I watched anger rise to his face. "Your sister was attacked by a possessed werewolf pack while running away from them, they brought those things to our territory," I said, letting him know that he owes us. "May I see my sister, please?" he asked, and Adam was silent for a bit. Then he spoke. "Your sister attacked our warriors. She is lucky to be alive," he said, and Zacharia did not say a word.

I had heard that name before, and it had been mentioned twice that morning. Then she pointed out something that caught my attention. Their surnames on the profiles were Luther. I immediately thought of the group of teenagers that had moved into town just a few days ago, and one of them was named Jacob Luther. I told her about him, and we considered the possibility that he was her brother. So, I sent an officer to his house to contact him. But he wasn't there. The teenager's eyes were pleading as she asked, “What do we do now? One of the werewolves took my sister.”