One Night Werewolf Game Novels & Stories

Tom lay on the bed, one leg in a cast, the lines of pain in his face soft with sleep. “Dad?” Jake shook him gently. Tom blinked, focused. “Jake? What the hell—” “I’m getting you both out.” “Out of what?” “You wouldn’t believe me. We have to go—now.” Gunfire barked downstairs. Tom went pale. “What was that?” “Trouble.” Jake reached the window—and stalled. The backyard was full of werewolves. They flowed over fences, through them, eyes catching moonlight like coals. “Oh, shit.”

I ask, trying to buy time so I could think of what to do. “What difference would it make if I told you?” He shrugs still walking closer to me. “I..if…if you ta… take one more step closer to me…. I’ll scream” I warn backing away from him. I was still in my night dress, so I wasn’t extremely covered, and this man didn’t seem like he cared, he just wanted to kill me. “How about we play a little game, you know…. Have a little fun before you die” He offers casually, playing with the weapon in his hand.

I took a sip of my wine, searching the room. The estate had glass walls, manicured lawns, and a DJ booth pumping out bass into the night. This was not some down home werewolf meeting; it was a supernatural elite mixer, courtesy of the elite of the Blackwood pack, whose compound was just outside of town. Derek had made me come here, his voice harsh in our pack’s group chat. “You’re going, Sienna. We need their favor.”

My body nearly collided with it only to be surprised when Elijah sped, and wrapped his arm around me, stopping me from hitting the wall. “Did she just say level one?” “We are literally being fooled into the game and we don’t even realize it.” I said, shaking my head as I looked at Blake who was now on top of Drake. The two wolves fought, seeming to want to end one another, a battle of Alphas. “I don’t understand, what kind of game is this? Weren’t we supposed to be AGAINST one another?”

My eyes wandered around searching for Cassandra, perharps she'd have a better idea on how I could escape this as she was the one who put me in this mess in the first place but she was nowhere to be found. Still in a moment of desperation for saving, I turned to Elias just in time to see the casual wave of his hand in approval. I quickly averted my eyes trying to hide the disappointment in them. Stupid. What was I expecting anyways? Soon eager participants indicated their interests and the game kicked off in no time. The game started with a pair of two, changing into their werewolf form, then at the sound of a bell, they were to reverse back to human form as fast as they could. Whoever revers

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.

"They're the Thanes. They're supposed to be unstoppable there were last year's winners." I thought for a moment. "How come I'm the only human here?" I asked. Lyra's expression turned serious. "You're right; you can't join the Vampires. They might lose control, especially during the game. The scent of blood drives them wild." She bit her lip. "And the Witches might curse you. The werewolf will are quite overwhelming for you." I smiled mischievously. "Seems like I'm just a spectator," I said. Lyra's eyes widened.

It just felt like there was a secret only the both of us were privy to and we were all alone among the hundreds of sweaty bodies dancing to the beat of the music. Sebastian Redwood was a household name. He was the leader of the most dreaded pack in the entire werewolf kingdom and what was worse was that his pack and mine were constantly at war, seeking dominance over issues that could have easily been settled diplomatically. He was staring at me, searching for something in my eyes and in that moment, my body was on fire for him. It just felt like he was drawing me to him, closer and closer. "Girl, you look like you've seen a ghost. Are you alright?"

"We've just allowed this werewolf to turn our blood donors into our enemies." Tony laughed as if he was human again and someone had told him a good joke. "There are less than a hundred of you. There are thousands of Neratomay! You might be able to pick us off while we sleep, but once the night falls we will appear and annihilate your werewolves. All it would take is one night to destroy every one of you." Paul didn't seem to be affected by Tony's words. "Then it's a good thing that neither of us intends to break our agreement."

Later that night. At about 8:15 pm. It was the night of a full moon, a night believed to be the perfect night to create the most uncanny and formidable werewolves. Nicholas, Kimberly, and Sheila set out on the long roads of Lunadelphia, the air thick with the determination to create an army any pack or any werewolf hunter has ever seen. The army would be one that would help him eliminate all his enemies; Levi and the entire Silversmith Hunters, forever. Their first stop was the biker gang’s usual hangout spot; Mickey's pub.