Neon Werewolf Adopt Me Novels & Stories

I knew that if I didn't do something critical about the rats, they would come back and continue tormenting me. So, I turned around and did the needful. When I was done, I finally went back to my sitting position, gripping a rusted fork which I had found during my rat hunt. I assured myself that the same way I had taken care of the rats, that's how I'd do to the rest of my problems. I would finally face my mum, Steve and Ava and show them that i wasn't a trashbag nor a weakling. Unknowning to me, my eyes began to glow yellow as my werewolf's eyes emerged.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were home," "I went to visit Mother." Meriya's parents didn't want her. Her mom was a surrogate who didn't know she was half werewolf and when she gave birth to her and saw she had hair all over her body, even her adoptive parents didn't want to be part of her life. But luckily, Magnum could sense that this cub's mother was from Airing Dal and she probably was raised in the city, therefore her wolf was suppressed. So he took the baby and came back with her and when he got here, she was given to one of the nursing moms.

I nodded, "Yes. My adoptive parents are dead and there is no information about my biological parents. The truth is, I do not have a wolf and there is nothing we can do to change it. I need to accept it." "Wolf or no wolf, you are and will always be mine."

Name: Olivia Francis Age: 23 years old Gender: Female Species: Northwestern wolf Personality: Independent, calm yet fiery Hobbies: hiking, video games, working out, hunting in her hybrid form Job: fitness and taekwondo trainer Preferred gender for adopter(s): Male Preferred age for adopter(s): 25-30 Below attached are her pictures in human and in her hybrid form.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

I quickly intervene and send the sharp blood needles wayward. The nurse collapses on the ground, passing out. The baby looks at me and smiles, then I see two little fangs. I look at Adam and he has the same shocked expression as I do. What is going on? My baby has turned out to be a werewolf and somehow also a PureBlood at the same time.

"That's up to you. You have a dormant werewolf nature, besides your witch nature. You get to choose which half you want to keep, the other half will be given up for good. But either way, your blood would no longer be able to heal all. But Damien… would be gone." I heard everything she had said, but only one part truly registered. "I'm a witch?" One of the two hooded figures who had been quiet the whole time groaned before taking off his hood. "Come on, girl, you have been reading minds and entering minds. You want to tell me you weren't aware of this?" "Well, I don’t know, something about being adopted must have left me in the dark about my roots and origin, and what all this has always been

I imagined the side door of my house in my head. Unlike in the cabin, where I had pictured throwing it wide open, this time I opened the door slowly. 'Please come forward. Please. Please. Please wolf. Please introduce yourself to our Luna and Alpha.' I begged my wolf. I didn't want to disappoint my parents. I didn't want to embarrass our pack.

I didn’t think I’d be back here—getting adopted, being dragged into a new home by someone who seemed like he came from an entirely different world. Outside, I paused on the driveway, suspicion pressing into my fluttering chest. “Why?” Vincent stopped. “What?” “Why?” I asked again. “Why me?” “Because,” he sighed. “You’re a werewolf. Like me.” “I’m…” I trailed off, sure I was hearing things. “Of course you don’t believe me. You’ve been lost in the human world for too long. But now, you need to accept your new identity.” He strode forward and grabbed my arm. “The pack values every offspring. They won’t allow a pup to be lost forever.”

Being the only human in the pack would only make others treat me inhumane. I was adopted by a werewolf couple when I was a baby ever since the death of my biological parents and I have no memory of either of them. I was raised by them and didn't know of my identity as human until their death, my parents kept it hidden from them but when I didn't get my wolf at eighteen thru discovered my identity.