My Werewolf System Audiobook Novels & Stories

Marcus noted, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "He is," a voice interrupted them. Pascal and Marcus turned to see the leader of the rogue pack that had abducted Pascal. "How long were you planning on hiding in there?" Pascal asked coldly. The rogue pack leader sneered. "Not necessarily hiding. I was simply waiting for your friend. You're a werewolf?" he asked, surprised. "Of course he is. Are your senses so corrupted that you couldn't tell? Oh, wait, I forgot, you're just a rogue werewolf. Your senses are as bad as your reputation," Marcus chimed in.

It was amazing how many details a human could get wrong about werewolves. 'Werewolves shift into their wolf on full moons,' false we have control over our shifts. 'Werewolves listen to one person, the Alpha," wrong wolves of higher ranks are to be listened to also. "Why are you reading a book about Werewolves when you already know everything," a voice said. I closed the book and looked up to Lucas standing near the door, leaning on the frame. "Did you know a human wrote this?" I asked him as I put the book back in it's place and plopping down on one of the dust, fabric couches.

I grab a scrap piece of black tape off the table and press it tightly against my finger as panic spikes in my chest. If Priya looks at my hand in ten seconds, the cut won't be there. A werewolf cellular regeneration doesn't stop just because I’m suppressing the shift. Deep wounds take a day, but a minor puncture wound like a pinprick knits itself back together in a matter of seconds. And we all know humans don't heal in seconds. "You should wash it out, at least," she insists, entirely too helpful. "The fabric dye on that can get in the cut and cause an infection."

[SYSTEM_LOG: GLOBAL_ROLLOUT_STATUS: 14%] [ACTIVE_INSTANCES: 1,422_NODES] [WARNING: HIGH_LATENCY_IN_SOUTHERN_SECTORS] "It’s not just a patch, Sereia," Xander said, his voice a rich, resonant bass that seemed to vibrate the very air around us. He stood beside me, his new silver-gold fur shimmering in the moonlight. He wasn't just my mate anymore; he was the Global Host. His heartbeat was the System Clock for the new world. "I can feel them. Thousands of wolves... thousands of humans. They're waking up to a world that doesn't follow the old rules. And they are terrified."

Maybe I’m imagining it, but it actually feels like it’s getting smaller, like it’s less sticky and malleable and becoming firm and cool, more vine like than stretchy. I’m not sure how long I keep focusing on making the red disappear but suddenly the pup shifts on my lap and my hands are no longer touching fur but smooth warm skin. I hear a cacophony of gasps, and my eyes fly open as the pup slides off my lap to sit in front of me, no longer a wolf but human boy. His hair is dishevelled and he’s looking around in confusion – I look at Dr Gamwell, who’s sitting with eyes wide with shock and his mouth hanging open and then to the crowd standing at the window – the woman is fully sobbing now and

I have read a few of these books. Shaking away the strange icy feeling I flip open the cover and start to read. The sun has started sinking, the sky painted with hues of purple, orange, and red. This is truly my favorite time of day. The book was short but there was a lot of information on werewolves. Information, what do I mean, werewolves don't exist. Or do they? It is that voice again. The same one from this morning. A voice that isn’t mine. A voice inside my head.

“I think I was claimed before. I think it happened when I was a child. Caleb cursed under his breath, stumbling back with face cracking into disbelief. “That’s not possible… You were human and you were protected. Your bloodline—your guardian—Adrian said—” I stood up because I did say that I did swear she’d never been marked. That she was untouched and unclaimed. However, that wasn't correct, was it? I knew somewhere in my gut. I simply didn't want to deal with it. Another howl rang out from the forest far behind us. Then two more howl and others answering him. Whatever peace we thought we had appears to have left. The rogue wolf wasn’t just back. He brought a pack. And Audrey—Audrey wasn’t j

"Don't be naive, Hillary. Can't you see what I'm trying to do here? Can't you see how I'm trying to improve the standard of our lives?" "What nonsense are you saying?" "I'm bringing in a new system... a new beginning for all werewolves." "And you are doing so by killing your own kind too?" "These people here disobeyed a direct order and therefore, they brought their death upon themselves." She smiled. "I can't wait to see the new system come into place... with me as the leader and you at my right hand side, we'd make this world a better place." "You are crazy." "Maybe...but I'm sane enough to want what's best for every werewolf."

My eyes motioned to Bazaar standing in the rain. "Kill him you weakling!" he shouted infuriated. Knowing he was losing, badly. None of his men could kill Alpha Deucalion. They were no match for him. Alpha Deucalion growled with rage at Bazaar, killing the last werewolf. I covered both ears and lowered to the ground at how loud his growling was. My ears ache from the terrible sound. I hurriedly stood up and again looked through the window as I heard another fight begin.

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.