Neon Werewolf Adopt Me Novels & Stories

That will never happen. Two years later… I’m at the back of the school, because some guys claim they know my secret. It would be fine if that secret was just about my adoption, but it seems they know I’m not a werewolf like them. How did that happen? Well, my adoptive parents are high-class werewolves, and now I’m pretending to be one. This university is run by them, so I don’t understand how these guys found out. I want to say I don’t care, but I also don’t want to die. Being found out is a big no. “What do you need from me?” I asked the man with red hair.

For werewolves, the full moon is a sacred occasion. A werewolf pack congregates for their own rites in the same manner that humans might dress nicely and convene at a place of worship. The location where we meet for the Trialblazer pack is roughly an hour and a half northwest of Toronto. Two hundred acres of pristine territory where we can securely wander as the monsters we become every full moon were once home to a pack long before Canada was known as New France, at the time when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats.

I had fallen in just the right way, or wrong way depending on how you look at it, to accomplish that. I got up and started walking back so that I could get someone to pop it back in place for me. A twig snapped, and I saw a gorgeous pure black wolf with vibrant copper eyes. I had never seen a wolf that looked quite like this one, but I knew who it was because of the bond. He walked over slowly, eyes zeroing in on the way that I was holding my arm. Neo was a little bit smaller than Nika but not by much at all, which was surprising because Nika was an Alpha wolf. Yeah, Maddox had muscle, but it was not so much that it would cause Neo to be so large. Hmm. It did not really matter though.

Thelma said fiercely. Neon laughed, a sound completely devoid of humor. "That's where you're wrong, sweetheart. You've always belonged to us. You're our weapon, our tool, our ticket to power. The only question now is whether you come back willingly, or whether I have to drag you back after I kill your new toy." Xavier stepped forward, the dagger gleaming in the torchlight. "You want her? You'll have to go through me first." "Gladly," Neon snarled, and suddenly he was shifting, his body growing larger and more muscular as his wolf form began to emerge.

She cared about me, and her beautiful smile was angelic. “You just have to become a werewolf, and everything will be fine.” She shrugged. I didn’t know I had to be a werewolf to be a Luna. When Neon offered me to be his Luna, didn’t he offer it because he wanted me to be part of his pack and not because he loved me? “If you are ready to become a werewolf, then you can be Neon’s Luna, I don’t want to lie to you, Aria. That’s the truth.” She twirled around, she had the same smile plastered on her face.

Sorry baby. Well you know the thing is, I’m a werewolf that adopted a human as a son. It had to be this way because I got banished from my pack. At 17, I found my mate, the Alpha king’s daughter. I didn’t want her as my Luna. That girl was too arrogant and spoiled for my liking so I planned to reject her, but her father caught a whim of my intentions and quickly passed a new law: Rejection of a mate would lead to banishment.

“Maybe I should tell my parents about you and they could feed you every once in a while. That’s… kind of not a bad idea. We could adopt you properly and you’d still be here next time I’ll come here.” If he was being honest, Jaden liked that thought a lot. If he did Alfie would be here next winter for sure. Sure, it was a bit weird to adopt a wolf, but Jaden was pretty family friendly. Slowly not to startle Alfie he stood up from where he was sitting. He’d just go to his parents and…

The Scholar sat cross-legged on the frozen stone, his eyes rolled back, his fingers digging into the stolen Aethelgard data-pad until his knuckles bled. "I have to... I have to find the frequency," Aradaa gasped. His voice was a jagged rasp, vibrating with a metallic hum that wasn't human. Blue static sparked along his collarbone, singing the hair on his neck. "Kaelor, shut up! I’m in. I’m almost in." "The wolves are at the mouth! Aradaa, move!" The first Neon-Wolf lunged through the green haze of the gas. Its body was a sickening blur of chrome and synthetic muscle. It didn't growl; its throat emitted a high-pitched radio whine. The creature’s red optical sensors locked onto Aradaa’s throat

They concentrated together once again. They found out everything they needed to know about him. That werewolf was born on a pink moon night. He was a young, rich, handsome and strong guy. He had recently shifted to the same city Maya and Aayan were in right now. His name was Adarsh. Adarsh used to live alone. His mother died a few days after he was born, as she was a human. His father raised him alone. Two years ago, his father also died. Nobody knew how, except Adarsh.

Not just so she can see the person he will become, but so she can see the person her brother would have been… Adonis has gotten over his hate for the vampires. He's not best friends with them like everyone else. For the most part, he simply coexists with them when they're around. At times he finds Silas comical when he begins arguing with his wolf. He finds it even more comical when his wolf gets angry with him and they have a full-blown argument out loud in front of half the pack. Adonis finds it creepy that an ancient elder is mated to Noah's youngest daughter who recently turned thirteen. He finds himself unable to dislike Azrael. He can't find one bad thing about that particular vampire.