Quotes From American Werewolf In London Novels & Stories

He is most probably tearing down the entire city right now looking for me. He shrugs, then crosses his arms and puts a hand to his lips. “He probably is, and I am counting on it. However, I am sure you’ve heard of a werewolf’s scratch being lethal to vampires, yes?” Westcott continues as if I didn’t just speak.

A trickle of red dropped lazily down his chin as Archibald gasped for air. Perseus laughed. “All of you are pathetic,” he said. He pushed Archibald aside and stood up like nothing happened. He brushed his shirt and pants, then wiped the blood off his chin and lips. “You’re prey, all of you.” He looked around the group, showing with his eyes and tone that he was serious at his statement. “I can kill you all right here, right now, and not even break a sweat. Even you, zeta. You’re a pathetic excuse for a werewolf. Skulking in the library did not help in making you any less worthless.”

Vampires and werewolves both have an aversion to silver, no one knows why but it melts a vampire and poisons a wolf if you aren’t careful. “I will poke you again if you don’t quit it!” he finally stops and glares at me muttering in a foreign language… definitely European. “Speak English!” “I said you will pay for that fucking dog” “We will see…. Now will you speak today or will it be torture?? Hmm?” I ask him but I already know what he is going to say. “Eat shit” and he spits at me but I manage to dodge it and I jab him hard in the neck with the poker.

"You stand at the precipice of revelation, Jessica. The lunar currents within you seek harmony. Speak, and the moonlight shall unveil the answers you seek." In the ensuing dialogue, a dance of questions and cryptic responses unfolded. The elder's guidance was not a linear narrative but a journey through the realms of werewolf lore, each sentence a key unlocking the doors to Jessica's understanding. The elder spoke of the interconnectedness of feral urges and the celestial tapestry that bound them all. As Jessica delved into the labyrinth of her own inquiries, the elder's words painted a celestial fresco—a mosaic of werewolf wisdom. The moonlit habitat, once a mere backdrop, became a living e

“The difference between a werewolf and a human is that when a werewolf says sex, he will definitely have sex. When a werewolf says kill, he kills. Werewolves never hide their inner desires,"Leon’s eyes blazed as he spoke to me in a low voice. “Now I want to have sex with you. Kneel down and take-off my pants.” I knelt between Leon's legs, and just as my hands were about to take off his trousers, Leon immediately took them away, saying, "

Fuck it here's goes nothing. I AM A WEREWOLF!!!

’ She ponders as she gets exhausted sitting and waiting there with her arms crossed, shaking her legs, and scratching her nape. An immense aura entered the room as she stumbled a bit from the sudden invisible force that took all the strength from her legs. Her hair stands up from the immense charisma that werewolf has. The whispers of ‘the real Jessica Ether’ or ‘the representative is here’ spread throughout the lobby and someone loudly cleared their throat to stop everyone from making any unnecessary noise. “The verdict of execution from the violation of the ultimate crime of the werewolf law has been given –” The representative stated loudly. ‘Here it is! The verdict of execution has been

Panic welled within me as I quickened my pace, desperation etched into my features. And then, as if guided by a divine hand, I caught a glimpse of movement amidst the underbrush. My heart leaped within my chest as I pushed through the foliage, my eyes widening with relief as I found Veronica crouched down in fear and a werewolf almost pouncing on her. My heart skipped a beat as a spell rolled off my tongue. "Ego tibi praecipio ut te immobilem teneas et sanguinem regium non laedas," I commanded the werewolf and it froze in its position.

“If we didn’t stop to get you out of there, you wouldn’t be here right now, trying to make jokes.” “Is he always this grumpy?” Ales asks Scott. “I thought American werewolves were more relaxed.” “Not this American,” I open the car door to get back in but Ales puts his hand out, shutting it closed. “Oh, loosen up wolfling. I am merely joking.”

his mum explained "That's what I'll always look forward to!" He said "I promise you I'll be there to guide you" his mum said "But you were never there" Hugh whispered in his second of consciousness and he went back into coma before Mira could even notice "Daddy, when will my little sister turn into a werewolf" Hugh asked "She doesn't have a wolf dear, so she won't ever turn into a werewolf" his dad replied "But mummy said I'm a werewolf " Hugh said