Novel & Cerita Pet Werewolf

Her face turns slightly red. "Are you a witch?" Emira asks, studying Petra. "No. I'm a werewolf from the Mystic Moonlighters pack. We have magic. Watch this." Petra starts glowing a sparkly gold. The room suddenly has what appears to be stars falling all around us. The pups come out and run around, trying to catch them as they laugh. Seth and Emira smile as Chase joins them and starts giggling. "This was just an example. I have caused every pack member in other packs to feel excruciating pain. I can put them to sleep or make them freeze in place. It all depends on what I feel is appropriate."

I wanted to spit back a sharp response to tell him he was delusional. But I controlled myself. He didn’t know that I already understood how werewolves worked, that I knew more than he could imagine. As I was lost in my thoughts, his voice snapped me back to reality. "Now, before you start crying like a pathetic human, screaming that none of this is real—let me show you my wolf," he stated. Before I could react, Damien suddenly stepped back, his body trembling. His bones cracked, shifting unnaturally, his muscles expanding, his skin tearing apart as thick, black fur sprouted across his body. His clothes ripped as his form morphed, and within seconds, a massive black beast stood in front of me

I saw Adrian's face pale in the rearview mirror. Even though I am the Alpha Prince, Drud is not a wolf to be fucked with, and I'm not saying it to stroke my ego. He is the legendary Ember Dire Werewolf, the fourth after five generations had passed. His coat is black and red, exactly like burning embers. He is twice the size of a normal werewolf and can force any wolf into submission, whether it is a pureblood or half-breed. Drud can also turn humans into werewolves. It's the first thing Drud and I want to do to Laura, whilst me mate.

He cursed angrily as he walked out. "Peterson?" Helen called out to him. He paid deaf ears to her, causing her to run after him as he walked out of the big hall. ***Peterson's POV*** 5 HOURS AGO I stretched my body, cracking every bone in me. I am 23 years old and not the favorite of them all. I am Peterson Millard and from a long line of impulsive werewolves' during the full moon. We have a secret underground and whenever it was the full moon, my ancestors or probably, stories I still think of as midnight tales, locked themselves up as they transitioned into their Lycan form.

“Of course, sir. I’ll be right back.” Jackson watched him walk off then turned back to the cage. Wolf C36M657 was tensed against the far side of the cage. He stood, head angled down, arms so tight behind his back that his shoulders couldn’t relax if he wanted to. The blindfold was snug over his eyes. His lips were tugged down into a small frown. His hair was pitch black and a matted mess of curls. Jackson felt disgusted just looking at him, but he did what he had to do. He had a werewolf. Great.

A book suddenly got my attention, the title was written in a different language that's why I can't understand it but its content is written in English. I don't know why this book got me, the cover is just a plain black but it really feels different, like I need to read this. The most powerful creature, that's the words that are written in the first page. Vaewolfves, a werewolf-vampires hybrid. Pale skin, red lips, and has an ability to change its appearance in either vampire, werewolf, or human. It often doesn't show in an early age, the creature will stay in a human like appearance until twenty- five, where they discover themselves in a blood moon.

he asked with confusion. Katie Clyde grabbed her stomach "why did you make such a silly joke, how can you say you are a werewolf? do you know what you are even saying?" Pascal frowned and reposted "I am serious, I wasn't lying" Katie Clyde was momentarily shocked, she exhaled and then demanded "show me" Pascal looked hesitantly "are you sure?" Katie Clyde nodded "of course, I want to see your real wolf form" Pascal lowered his head, raising it, his eyes became beet red, his facial structure distorted, and his fangs started growing.

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

They were confident and composed, while I was a jittery mess, trying to remember everything I had learned in the past few days. One girl was asked, "Who was the first werewolf to ever exist?" She answered, "Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, the king of Arcadia." Her answer was met with nods of approval from the council and the other competitors. Another girl was asked, "What are the three forms that werewolves can take?" She confidently answered, "The human form, the wolf form, and the hybrid form." The council nodded in agreement, and I could feel my stomach churning with nerves.