Series About Werewolves Novels & Stories

I hum in agreement as I rest my arms on the table. The leader steps forward with crossed arms. He is not the same guy who hugged me. This guy means business. He wastes no time. “We know where they’re hiding. The plan is simple. We flood them out. Once they’re exposed, we’ll move in, take them down. And we’ve got new rounds for this mission,” he says, his voice cold. My heart skips a beat. New rounds. I have to get my hands on those bullets. “Two minutes after they get hit . . . Dead.” Shit. That is next level. How can bullets even cause a werewolf’s organs to shut down in two minutes?

Next day **************** It was sunday and today it was full moon day. Every full moon day, alpha Jack and Elena used to organize a party for their packs at a resort which was 14 km away from the city in the midst of a dense forest. A loner wolf used to find mate in the party. They used to howl together after the party around 1 o'clock. " Carol, get ready a nice dress for today's party." her mom said while picking up a dress for herself.

It was obvious to Ryan that she was clearly going to bother and so he decided to ease her mind off things. "You want to know everything about them right?". She looked at him briefly before returning her gaze to the Asphalt. It was almost like she saw through his ruse but he had to try. Hopefully, she wouldn't stick around long enough because if she did, Trey was going to annoy the shit out of her. After what seemed like deep reflection she agreed. "Well, Werewolves or Lycanthropes have been around for centuries now. They are the basis of you know all these legends and movies with small variations of course".

Wendy said. ** Fred, loved to study illnesses and causes of death and some ancient things, tracing them back to their origin. That was the only thing that interested him about living. Fred was investigating how werewolves and wolf-blood witches came about and how they were different from each other. Yes, everyone knew the story of their creation but Fred was not satisfied, just being cursed by a witch didn’t cut it. He wanted to know more, he kept digging deep and deep until he got to a point where he could not go back, he could either stop there after discovering a lot or he could continue.

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.

Just a room full of disbelief. “Werewolves aren’t what you think,” I said softly. “We don’t hunt people. We’re not cursed. We’re born like this, from generations before us. We live in packs, like families. We protect each other, and we protect the humans around us. That’s our law. The true law of the pack.” Grandma Rose’s lips parted slightly. “You expect me to believe that?” “No,” I said honestly. “I don’t expect anything from you. But I want you to know the truth.”

“But that’s not what we should be concerned about. I created a timeline of all the incidents – when they occurred and how long it took for them to return to normal.” Reynard was one of the last to get a paper. He quickly scanned it. “The duration for werewolves healing from the serum is increasing.” “Correct, son,” Michavelli affirmed. “If you all refer to your papers, you’ll see one of the first incidents occurred at Moonstone with that poor male wolf; his symptoms only lasted a day or two. However, in other instances in other packs, the restricted access to people’s wolves is increasing – the most recent one not getting their wolf back until three weeks later.”

Their eyes glowed with different colors—red, gold, green, and violet—but none matched the usual shades of werewolves. The leader stepped forward. A tall woman, dark-skinned, with glowing teal eyes and long silver braids flowing down her back. Her mask was that of a fox, carved with runes that shimmered faintly. “You come uninvited,” she said, voice sharp and regal. Lily and Callum stood side by side. “We came seeking the Severed Pack,” Lily said, straightening her shoulders. “Draegor said you could help us.” At the name, the masked figures shifted, exchanging glances.

Synopsis At age 10, Tara Shin watched as her Alpha father was brutally murdered by Lorez Blackclaw and what was left of the Shin clan fell under his ruthless rule. A decade later, Tara is treated just as terribly as back then, a slave to Lorez’s cronies and a whispered freak to the Blackclaw clan. With nowhere to go, she must undertake the blood moon’s ritual for wolves aging into 21. The goddess demands it as does Lorez Blackclaw. However when it all goes wrong, what will Tara do? Run away toward the feared monsters lurking in the dark wood or stay with the devil she knows?

he replies with an elated tone, splashing some cold water into my face. “Aaaaah,” I shriek, jumping back, hitting the sink with my butt. He laughs hard, and I momentarily relax, joining in his laughing. As the shower starts running, we drop the act. “What do you think?” I ask. “Well, for starters, this is a werewolf pack’s territory for sure,” Jason motions for me to get in the shower and turns his back to me. “The Greyback pack territory we visited had no remains of any buildings. It was possibly magically moved. The Howler’s Pack territory had bombed and burned down buildings. This pack was neither bombed nor moved. There are no signs of fighting or bullet marks on the buildings. Still, I