My Werewolf System Audiobook Novels & Stories

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."

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.

"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."

I repeatedly cried at the stinging pain against my back. Suddenly, I heard a loud crashing sound in the living room. Turner shoved me aside and went to look. I cried like a baby as he did, in horrible pain. My back hurt so badly. I sat up petrified hearing a roaring sound outside of my bedroom. “I’m going to rip your throat apart, beast!” I heard Turner yell angrily. I then realized the crashing sound was a werewolf. I immediately hid behind a large piece of furniture as a fight went on in the living room. Every object I heard crashing to the ground my body jumped repeatedly.

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.

Judging from my faint memory of hon, he has a sexy body with enough muscles on a smooth milky skin. At that moment, my cheeks heated up, and I nervously looked downwards. I didn't want him to see just how much I was blushing like hell. Just then, he cleared his throat. “Listen, I, Alpha Storm Reid from the Silver Crescent pack, reject you, Audrey Baker, as my mate from now henceforth to eternity.” Immediately, I felt my chest tighten painfully. “No! Why?” I asked, as I struggled to get out of the bed but couldn't.

The shelves stretched to the ceiling, filled with books that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. I walked slowly between the rows, running my fingers along the shelves until I found the section on werewolf history. I grabbed a few thick books that looked promising and carried them to a quiet corner table near the window. The light was soft there, golden and peaceful. I let out a breath and opened the first book, skimming through chapters on bloodlines, first shifts, pack traditions… stuff I probably should have known already. I’d only read a few pages when someone pulled out the chair across from me.

’ ‘Who? ‘Werewolves, the male werewolves specifically.’ I frowned, even more confused, ‘What’s the book about?’ Everett ran his fingers through my hair, his eyes glistening as he spoke, ‘A female Alpha.’