Novel & Cerita My Teacher Is A Werewolf

With a malice-filled smile, she opens her mouth to ask me a question. My blood runs cold. “Elena, human.” The teacher spits at the word human. “Do you know how werewolf blood works?” “…it keeps the body alive?” I try to answer in a soft whisper. The teacher rears her head back and laughs, almost howling. A toothy fanged smile that seems to be an endless gaping maw. I shudder. I just want to lie down and die at this point. “How does she not know?” The student with the red glasses as she flips her hair.

After the lecture, I go to the library to once again add to my collection of textbooks, just on the way I meet my neighbor Tanya. " Zhenya, why are you so gloomy? Are you offended by our handsome man?" "Are you talking about the evil French teacher Peter Alexandrovich?" I think he's crazy, but others admire him. "He's so sexy, a real man!" "What do you mean? Tanya, he's such a jerk!" I'm trying to sober her up.

He tilted his head, silver-blue eyes huge and innocent. "Teacher... are you sad?" I froze, just for a second—then laughed it off. "Nope. I'm happy." Yeah, I was sad. But not because of them. Because their names still had the power to drag me back to a past full of lies. One afternoon, while I was teaching in the cabin, a tall werewolf showed up at the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding out a fat Lustre Hare. "Hi. I'm John's uncle—Aron," he said, pushing the hare toward me, voice careful.

My mother was the sweetest, most gentlest soul I’d ever met. “I hope so,” my father added. “Now come, eat your food,” my father commanded. ********** I settled my shades on my face and jumped in the driver's seat of my Porsche. I wish I didn't have to go to school, but the American government began investigating our community a few months ago, wondering why our schools weren't teaching anything from the American syllabus. Knowing what X is equal to doesn't really win werewolf wars now do they? So the werewolf society had to hire human teachers and incorporate human students in our schools so we could blend in. Humans and their fucking stupid rules. I shook my head.

She flashes me a sweet smile before turning her gaze to the teacher in front of the class, her text book and a note already out on her desk. I return her smile with a soft one and do the same as hers. I take a quick glance at the class and though there are still a few gazes hooked to me, the majority of the class has their attention back at Mrs Wilmore. The class continues with Mrs Wilnore’s historical talk on shadow wolves; an ancient breed of werewolves and one of the strongest but they were all annilated by a powerful, evil blood witch and soon I'm smiling through her teaching, the anxiety fully disperses as I soak in on the subject. No matter how many times I hear about it, I'm always fa

I took them and left. I am just coming to school and everyone were already in their classroom. Today we have history, and I happen to suck at it. " Ella Dracula, you're late!". Mrs. Melissa yelled at me from the corridor opposite her office.. " I'm sorry, I had something to do at home". I apologised, despite it being the fault of my parents... Mrs. Melissa and my mom happen to be best of friends, she is also a werewolf and it is thanks to her, I can actually move about school without getting spotted as a werewolf..

Moira and Trajan didn’t even know that Sasquatches existed so were already feeling their horizons broaden. When the bell rang and everyone started to head out, Miss En asked Moira to wait a minute. With a nod to the rest to go ahead, Moira walked up to the teacher’s desk. “I apologize,” she said, “if I outed your wolf in front of everyone. I have never had the opportunity to meet an Alpha werewolf before. I hope you will be as open as you can in discussing your experience in particular. I always have a few were-folk in the class, but I sometimes feel like the perspective of an Alpha is probably different. Did you ask your classmates to join you in this class?”

I randomly broke the silence. "You can mention it as many times as you want and you know you should be grateful to me for also training to be the best and strongest human werewolf that the world has ever seen." He teased me. "Yeah yeah praise yourself by yourself." I rolled my eyes even knowing he was right. "What do you think about the students resuming school next week? Do you think the teachers will be capable enough to teach them.

He did not laugh at me for my dumbness, but smiled at me gently and made me feel warm. It seems that not everyone in the Circle Tower Pack is an asshole. As for Brandon, I have always wanted to have a serious talk with him sometime. I want to ask him if He is always helping me in secret. Unfortunately, Brandon is in a constant state of drunkenness. He was even drinking in class. I can not communicate with a drunk guy. I could only cherish this rare opportunity to sit in on a normal class and carefully wrote down every word the teacher said. "After learning about all the species of werewolves, we also need to learn about the enemies of werewolves - Vampire, Hunter and Merman."

My wolf mutters after being silent for what seemed like forever . " No I'm not,"I roll my eyes . "Yeah you are ! Our mate is perfect," Before my wolf and I continue bickering.The teacher walks in and starts to introduce the new topic. I fail to focus on the teacher because my mind keeps on drifting back to my mate . Her scent is driving me wild and my wolf is almost surfacing .The chair creaks loudly as I try to adjust my trousers to hide my boner. " Maddox is everything okay?"Our teacher ,Mrs Black asks as she looks at me with a little bit of concern in her voice .