Romans & histoires Quotes From American Werewolf In London

he asks, his voice rising with panic. I can't help but let out a cruel chuckle, a smirk playing on my lips. "Aren't we all werewolves?" I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "We'll hunt for food, just like our animal sides would." Jacob's expression turns horrified, his hands trembling. "You can't be serious," he says, his voice wavering. "I'm not going to become an animal killer." I glare at him, my eyes filled with contempt. "Then you're going to starve," I reply, my tone flat and emotionless.

Maddox turns and faces her distracting him momentarily. "Go to mate ,"my wolf pushes me as I stand frozen on the ground . "Are you stupid can't you see that he will kill us ,"I hiss at her looking at the scene unfold in my eyes . "Please he needs us ,"she whines making my head pound . The things that my wolf puts me through could me land in a hospital. "No ! That's not Maddox anymore that's a possessed wolf !"I reply trying to make her understand. "Just go to him !"London pleads .

“You are something special.” “Me? No, I’m just a common poor schmuck that was bitten by a werewolf after a midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show in Queens.” “You’re wrong, Billy. You’ve now twice survived a wound inflicted by silver. Do you know how many other werewolves can say that?” Billy shook his head. He truly had no idea. “Just one,” Glass continued. He held out his hands to signal the very werewolf he referred to was standing right in front of Billy.

His shirt was on his bare shoulder and droplets of sweat were sprinkled across his abs. I ran up to him and smacked that naked chest. “What the fuck was that, Louie?!!!” Your attempt to make me deaf?!” Then I punched at his stomach as he stood obediently taking my beating. “I was kidding.” I paused. “That was kidding?!!! No that wasn’t kidding!!!” “Then what was I doing?” He breathed deeply. “Say it. Out loud.” I couldn’t believe he just quoted Twilight, in that hushed tone no less. I wanted to laugh, forgetting about my anger, but I wouldn’t. I was trying my best not to point out that he was a werewolf. Not a vampire.

The full moon illuminated the scene, casting an eerie, silver glow upon the tragedy unfolding before our eyes. Amidst the chaos, the colossal monster turned its attention towards me, its eyes burning with an ancient malevolence. The anguished cries of our allies continued to echo in the background as it spoke, its voice a chilling growl that reverberated through the night. "You cannot defeat me, Melvin," it snarled, its voice carrying a haunting resonance. "No matter how many allies your wolf may bring, I am the perfect definition of an immortal werewolf. I cannot be killed. Your feeble attempts to stop me will be in vain."

Another rogue spoke up, a calculating glint in his eyes, "Alright then, mysterious lady. How about a little test? Let's see if you can prove you're not just a pretty face." I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued, "Oh, I do love a challenge. What do you have in mind?" He smirked, clearly enjoying this little game, "Tell us something about werewolves that only someone who's genuinely interested would know." I leaned in conspiratorially, my lips curving into a sly smile, "Well, for starters, I'm well aware that silver is more than just a fashion statement for your kind. It's a weakness, a vulnerability. The touch of silver can burn like fire."

Hector: Hey beautiful. Me: Hi. What are you doing up so late. Hector: Thkn abt u. Me: Lies! I giggled. I was done with my sandwich and needed to go back to bed. I rinsed my plate and went upstairs. The smile was still stuck on my lips. Hector: Charming male werewolves dnt lie. Me: Oh really? Then who do? Hector: d uncharming human ones. Me: Uncharming is not a word.

,I asked,my voice shaking. “I..I killed her through the help of someone,I can’t quite remember everything but someone approached me and promised to help and …. I quickly stood up trying to add everything together. “Are you okay,my child??your hands are shaking” “I’m fine grandpa,I just need to get to my room”,I said as I stood up. “Is there a reason for asking?!” “I’ve never heard of a werewolf before”,I said,completely lost in thought. “You should look it up,my child,they are very dangerous and when you come across one,let me know,I always know how to deal with them”,he said.

Uncertainty gnawed at me as I realized I had become the center of attention, a focal point in a sea of faces. Taking a deep breath, I reassured myself with a silent mantra. "Keep quiet and walk away," I whispered, my voice barely audible. It seemed like the best course of action, a way to evade further scrutiny and potential consequences. As I took a step forward, intending to melt into the bustling crowd, the man's chuckle pierced the air. My heart skipped a beat as his words reached my ears. "You are doomed now, werewolf! Damned werewolf!" he jeered.

He was as good-looking as Lucian, and one might even say his features were a little more exquisite than Lucian's. I could not help gushing, "Wow, you're handsome!" Someone squeezed my hand hard, and I turned to look at the culprit. I could see how unhappy Lucian was when I met his eyes. What did he mean by that? Was it a crime for me to praise another werewolf? Male werewolves were so difficult to understand. That werewolf spoke up again in a seductive tone, "Am I? Do you think I'm more handsome than your Alpha, Miss Silvermane?"