My Werewolf System Audiobook Novels & Stories

Lucian Scanning the faces of the rogues before me, I noticed that they all looked scruffy and dirty. Most were looking at me in shock. They had never encountered real werewolves before. I nodded at Damon. The betas secured everyone with the handcuff specially made for wolves. Emerging from the dilapidated house, I noticed Zaiden and Kyle dragging two other rogues between them. After dumping both on the ground, they looked up and waved at me.

he replies with an elated tone, splashing some cold water into my face. “Aaaaah,” I shriek, jumping back, hitting the sink with my butt. He laughs hard, and I momentarily relax, joining in his laughing. As the shower starts running, we drop the act. “What do you think?” I ask. “Well, for starters, this is a werewolf pack’s territory for sure,” Jason motions for me to get in the shower and turns his back to me. “The Greyback pack territory we visited had no remains of any buildings. It was possibly magically moved. The Howler’s Pack territory had bombed and burned down buildings. This pack was neither bombed nor moved. There are no signs of fighting or bullet marks on the buildings. Still, I

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

As we walked, the soft thud of our footsteps echoed through the solemn space. Jeremiah, a wise and weathered wolf with a graying muzzle, carried an ancient book in his hands. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. We reached a magnificent wooden table, carved with the same designs, and Jeremiah gently placed the book upon it. "Lyra," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "this book holds the secrets of our pack's legacy, and within its pages lies the tale of the Silver Werewolf." My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the book. "Tell me, Jeremiah," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?"

His entire body froze. The first Shadow Wolf wasn't a hunter. It was merely a scout, and it moved because it thought it could easily kill Raven. And now... the entire Forbidden Forest knew of its presence. [Werewolf Evolution System Activation...] [49%...] Raven swallowed hard. Dozens of monsters began to emerge from the darkness. Meanwhile, his system wasn't even halfway activated. The red eyes of the Shadow Wolf pack were ready to crush every last one of his bones. Am I going to die?

But as our eyes met, a silent agreement passed between us - we had come too far to retreat now. Summoning all the courage we possessed, I took a step forward, prepared to face the consequences of uncovering the truth. "Tell us then," I challenged, my voice steadier than I felt. "Who are you, and what do you want from us?" The werewolf's gaze intensified, his eyes burning with a mix of knowledge and anticipation. "I am Aric, the Alpha of this pack. And you, my friends, hold the key to unlocking the secrets that bind our fates together."

It was so big that I had to spend two whole days in it. With the library's search system, I found all the books about the Werewolves of Chaos by keyword and chronology. Once I had gathered them, I wasted no time delving into the information. But they all pretty much said the same thing as the excerpts from Alpha Austin's diary. Just when I thought I might not find anything, a recent book that seemed new caught my attention.

Audrey began to open pages of the big book and continued as she searched for any solution to this mystery but it seemed none was coming forth. "This is useless! There is no solution in this big book to this' ' Audrey exclaimed as she flipped each page back and forth. She was about to close it in frustration, when her eyes were drawn to something. It was a picture of two werewolves, a male and a female whose hands were bound together by a thread. Audrey snapped her fingers in the air and read out loud to the hearing of everyone.

AURORA The wolf who spoke stepped forward slowly. Moonlight filtered through the branches above, catching on the metal buckles of his armor and the dark fur of the wolves shifting beside him. There were more of them than I first thought. Shadows moved between the trees. Eight, maybe ten. There were too many to count. My stomach twisted as the first wolf smiled lazily, like he had already won. “Well,” he said again, looking between Draven and Darius, “this is interesting.”

Ariel was well aware of the fact, yet a tiny part of her—the sadistic one, probably—wanted to wait it out and see how it would end. “Ariel.” Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the voice, and she was already standing up to open it, but she came to her senses just as she took the second step. “I know you were walking towards me; there is no need to stop.” Another gasp tore out of her vocal chords. “I am a werewolf, baby. You should know I can hear the ticking of your clock and even the rustling of the papers on your desk.” Ariel glanced at her desk, and true enough, the wind had been rustling the papers on her desk. She hurried to her desk, placing a book over the papers before she g