One Night Werewolf Game Novels & Stories

It's unbelievable that he has the guts to blame me for being affected by staying too long in the freezing outdoors as if it wasn't his idea. To put it in mild words, last night was a hellish experience. Winter has quickly descended on the city, and temperatures were only too pleased to plummet below zero Celsius. According to the old rites of werewolf packs, the Luna or acting Luna is expected to help prepare the game caught by the pack's hunters before the dawn of the next day when it is delivered to the tribes. It's the most old-fashioned bullshit ever.

Even I who had learnt to hate changing, do so out of fear rather than any other thing. As I walked deep into the woods, I realised that I had my phone with me. “Silly me, shouldn't have brought you.” I said as I dropped the phone at the base of a pear tree and moved deeper into the woods. It was the Moon Night, the one night in every month where werewolves would spend hours running in the forest, playing and hunting for no other reason than the sheer pleasure of doing so. The Moon Night was something werewolves had gotten used to over the years. It was barely 9pm and I could hear the voices of many werewolves, many had begun running since 7pm already.

“Say no more. I understand the assignment.” We spent another hour there, catching up, joking, relishing a peace I couldn’t remember ever having ever. But the thing is – I didn’t miss anything. I wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. This was my world. The life we’d built. No chaos. No supernatural burdens. Just joy and living the life of your average werewolf Alpha's wife. And yet…. *** That evening, after dinner, Nathan suggested a family game night. “Come on,” he said, grinning like a kid himself. “One round of charades. Losers do dishes.”

It was night already but there were all werewolves and had the ability to see clearly in the night except the neotides who were trying their best to find their enemies. The Silvermoon pack had lost a warrior wolf and many other warriors and Devin had almost gone gaga as he killed and clawed their enemies apart in a really brutal way. Graham, the warrior wolf had been left alone to fight several neotides and two had unfortunately struck and bit him to his death. The rogues, neotides, Alpha wolves, Beta, Gamma and their warriors had collided in the middle of the extremely dark forest and a bloody fight had ensued and was still ensuing.

But soon enough I had all the 11 files we had compiled and filled with invaluable information through a shit ton of hard work. I quickly opened the file at the very top, which belonged to the New Moon pack in South America. They had lost the least amount of wolves out of the total 12 packs attacked. Why? because less than 32 rogues had attacked them and they all seemed like normal werewolves but on a shit ton of weed.

Liam's blue eyes glowed with the determination to rescue Isa as he strategically outmaneuvered his opponent. In a final, decisive move, Liam delivered a series of powerful blows, leaving the mysterious werewolf battered and defeated. The rain intensified, washing away the bloodstains on the road. With a triumphant howl, Liam signaled his victory, watching as the defeated werewolf retreated into the shadows of the forest, escaping the night.

There were two phases, the first few games happened two days before the full moon and the grand finale was marked on the night of the full moon. A series of tournaments marked the games, ranging from fang locking, strength baiting, speed tests, shifting tricks, to claw combat. For each game, the winner was inducted into the Moonblood royal achievers, a sacred group of werewolves that were a force to reckon with. I was usually very focused on the games every year, but this year was different because she was here. Hazel was here. And she’s all I could focus on. She stood on the far side of the field, next to her famil with sunlight causing her caramel skin to glow, the wind teasing her hair, a

when she arrived at the nightingale bar, she received a message right after she parked the car. it was a room number. Elsa walked into the bar, escaped the crazy dancing crowd, and looked for the room number. when she had found the room, she opened the door and saw a man in a white shirt sitting on the sofa. having heard the noise she made, the man turned around and raised the glass in his hand towards her, and his long, narrow eyes, and cherry red lips, so beautiful that she could not tell his gender. "so, you were the one on the phone?"

" How did you like the surprise my wife?" " Wh..what are you doing?" She asks afraid. And he switches off the lighter to walk closer to her. His eyes scanning her body from top to bottom. To make an evil smirk make way on his lips. " According to werewolf terminology. The first night between two chosens is called the night of consumation. Where the make counterpart claims and marks his female completely." She stills. To find him circling around her like a hunter plays with his prey. Stopping right behind her. He moves aside her hair to a side to move forward the candle to have its warmth caress her neck.

"What do you think you'll transform into this time?" His two friends laughed loudly. "A flea wolf!" "A forest rat!" "Hahaha!" Raven gritted his teeth. It hurt. Not from the push. But because they might be right. Tomorrow was a very important day. The Blood Moon Festival only happens once every five years. On that night, the moon's energy reached its peak. Teenagers who had turned eighteen would undergo a ritual to awaken their true powers. Some became Betas. Some became Gammas. A few talented ones might even become Alphas. It all depended on each werewolf's abilities.