My Werewolf System Audiobook Novels & Stories

He felt an overwhelming sense of rage and disgust at the dubious nature of this pack. "Well, I changed my mind pup, I won't kill the rest of you, but your Alpha must die. You can as well join him in getting killed if you want". His beta launches for the Alpha but him and Hunter immediately block his imminent attack on their Alpha, they each take hold of the beta's arm and rip them from his body. He growls loudly in pain and slumps. They are immediately surrounded by angry snarling wolves and they each give themselves knowing looks of fighting till the end.

Its words were filled with empathy and concern, making me feel that it was a trustworthy and understanding listener. As it approached and lay down beside me, I gradually let my guard down. Sensing the black wolf's sincerity and understanding, I began to confide in it about our struggles and anxieties. My voice trembled slightly with tension and worry as I spoke, “We are dealing with an evil magician. We can’t find her, and we have no idea what she plans to do. She possesses both a werewolf and a vampire’s magic box. What could she possibly want with these mismatched items?” The black wolf listened intently, its eyes shimmering with a deep wisdom. It nodded slowly, as if contemplating the gra

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

Nothing’s getting through unless it’s wearing god tier magic or suicidal levels of dark power. “Looks good,” Auren murmured, scanning the treeline with those sharp, predatory eyes. “Good,” I said, already feeling Lunaryn’s warm, smug voice in my head. "Of course it’s good, little wolf. You wove this with divine blood. No council wolf is breaking this." We were halfway around when a voice rang out from the center of the village. “What are these wards?!” I turned, spotting a tall, broad shouldered werewolf in his early forties striding toward us, flanked by curious villagers. His dark hair was streaked silver at the temples, his eyes sharp and amber.

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

He acted like a clueless person. “I want to learn about the illness in werewolves which couldn’t be healed by medicines or magic.” I told him what I was looking for. It was just two of us in a quiet, deserted library. I could feel his alpha energy dominating the air. His scent was tantalizing. “This one may help you.” He picked out an old book with pale pages. “Read it for me and please, don’t miss anything.” He begun to explain me everything and I listened each word with great caution. I couldn’t afford to miss any detail.

One week later, the werewolf culture class commenced sharply at eight o’clock in the morning in the tiered lecture hall. On the podium, Professor Sarek looked radiant. His golden-brown eyes gleamed under the lights, and his entire presence radiated the unmistakable satisfaction of a man thoroughly well-fed. “Turn to page sixty-two,” he said, his voice carrying a distinctly cheerful lilt. “Today, we’ll be discussing the werewolf’s… views on romance.”

Maybe I was imagining it, but the library suddenly felt at least ten degrees warmer. I focused my attention back on the books in front of me, now that Cole had added a few. I could feel his gaze still on me, but I tried to ignore it as best as possible. Then I turned a page and the book really did grab my entire attention. On the pages I found a record of all the packs of the werewolves, not just the Grandmoon Pack. I turned the page, hoping to find some record of the Western Pack. Sure enough, there was indeed a record of the western pack, but it was just a few sentences.