Pack Of Werewolves Novels & Stories

Alex opened his eyes, even though it was only lit by the light from the moon coming in through my bedroom window I could still see the color of his eyes. "What are they doing?" "Ah ... Werewolves are creatures that need a pack, just like a pack. And sometimes not having a pack can make the werewolf a little frustrated to the point of going crazy, rogues often attack pack members, even injure them. They are dangerous, Cara. Sometimes they even form herd of fellow rogues to attack the pack." Alex yawned as he finished explaining it to me, his face looking very tired. "Oh ... " I replied while yawning, "I have to go to school tomorrow, I guess I should continue my sleep."

For a heartbeat, the pane held four Queens—past, present, the one she’d be under a full moon, the one that remembered before cities. She seemed to like the math as she turned to her pack, which was growing, and this was good. As the large pack of ten thousand strong werewolves filled the quay. Jake cut into a service lane feeding into the plaza. It smelt of Oil and was damp from the rain that began to fall. A wolf guarded the exit to the quay. Jake picked up a glass Pepsi Max bottle and threw it to the opposite side of the opening. It smashed. The head of the werewolf twitched and looked that way.

The venom of the basilisk was eating through me as I attempted to move, but I refused to let it stop me from reaching my pack. Everything was in disarray when I got there. Werewolves were on the attack. When a ferocious-looking wolf charged at me, I effortlessly chopped off its head. Thick dark blood gushed from its mutilated corpse as it fell to the ground. Rafael’s pack, the Blackblood pack, was the source of these invaders. Rafael, who was working with Delilah, was the one attacking us. To find out if any witches had survived, I had to first make my way to their quarters.Even though I could feel the snake venom burning me from the inside out like deadly acid, I continued to run as quickly

I went straight to the Alpha Pack House soon after. The entire Pack was chaotic and desperate to run away. The weak Werewolves to Omegas were disoriented and hysterically shifting into their wolves. They were losing control over their emotions, creating havoc and confusion that put the young pups and the unmated females at serious risk. The tension hung thick in the air like a dense fog of fear and impending doom.

Meanwhile, Chloe gave birth to a pup with pure golden fur, and suddenly her home was overflowing with admirers praising her husband’s powerful bloodline. Humiliated, Damian turned vicious. He berated me constantly, furious that he hadn’t chosen Chloe instead. In the Alliance, werewolf bloodlines fell into four ranks: Omega Black Werewolves, Beta Gray Werewolves, Alpha Silver Werewolves, and Golden Lycans. Each rank was divided further into low, average, and high categories.

It’s fine, completely normal to have your own undead army. My brain flat-out refuses to process the scene in front of me. I mean, sure, I’ve seen weird things lately… Paige glowing, Paige pulsing magic through our bond, Paige marking Parker without a bite like some kind of celestial tattoo artist… but this? Nine grown-ass wolves who died violently, resurrected, and apparently now swearing fealty? I feel faint, actually faint, but I don’t faint. I doubt my mate will let me even if I wanted to. Parker is frozen beside me, his hand automatically gripping Paige’s waist like he can ground her, or maybe he’s grounding himself. I honestly can’t tell.

“Well, in our pack, we have to hunt a human at our first change. We kill them and eat their heart. Our alpha believed that this practice makes us stronger as wolves. Most of the pack never tastes human flesh after that. But the beta and his family and my father and his all still practice the ritual every full moon. The rest of the pack doesn’t know.” “So it’s only a handful of you, then.” The alpha needed more info. “If you count my one hundred brothers and their children and wives plus the beta’s family, that’s almost a thousand of them,” she confessed and the alpha’s eyes widened, wondering how many wolves were in this pack. “You know you act tough just now, but I can smell it on you. Regr

Chapter 53: The Party The grand hall of the Sealhow pack’s mansion was alright with the glow of countless chandeliers, their crystal facets casting a soft, golden light over the gathered guests. The air was thick with the mingling scents of fine wines, savory dishes, and the subtle perfumes worn by the elite of the werewolf society. Laughter and conversation flowed freely, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses as the pack’s most influential members gathered to celebrate another victory, another season, or perhaps simply their own status.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

Pascal responded "no, you are being followed by the vampires, be careful" Jack Rich's face darkened "I am sorry, I wasn't aware, I will be more careful, next time" Pascal didn't pursue the matter anymore "any news?" he asked immediately. "Yes, I was able to track down some werewolves in the City, they are very few, only one thousand werewolves," Jack Rich told Pascal. Pascal wasn't surprised "that is huge, and how many packs are there in the City?" he inquired. "None, the vampires get rid of any Alpha immediately, they rule the City, and they are not ready to share it with the werewolves, when are you coming out of isolation?" Jack Rich asked with expectation.