Smith And Nephew Werewolf Novels & Stories

In seconds, a werewolf crouched on the bar, muzzle dripping and smiling. “Jesus,” breathed the lean operator beside the bald one. The beast snatched steak knives from a basket and flung them like shuriken. One hammered the lean operator in the chest and sent him sprawling; his weapon skittered across tile—straight to Jake’s boots. “JASPER!” the redhead shouted from behind an overturned table. Jake grabbed the SMG, slapped in the silver-marked mag, and glanced at Kim. “What are you doing?!” she hissed.

I tell them as bring Ash onto my lap. "Myself, Chris and also Nate here are known as Lycans, Ash here is a werewolf shifter, and is pretty much the last of her kind." I say as Kim and Toni both look at me with wide eyes. "So, it's true then." We hear Paul say as he walks over to me and Ash and puts the back of his hand to her fourhead. A low growl slips mast my lips as another male is touching my mate. "What the hell are you talking about?" Kim shouts with tears in her eyes.

“My King, in all these years that I have served you, I have never failed in my duty and my main concern has always been the good and stability of the pack. Concerning the escape of this vermin werewolf, I do not ask for your clemency and I hold myself solely responsible for the repercussions of my choice. I therefore expect from you the sentence that I deserve." Then Grendel looked up before continuing. "But I also want to point out that these events have brought to light the presence of a traitor within our pack, in this case the one who helped this wolf to escape. At this very moment, this traitor is hiding between our walls and we must get our hands on him to understand his motives and ca

Xithara's POV I had been imprisoned for a week and during this time, I had been put through hell. The guard would come to whip and torture me everyday. Keith did the worst thing possible, he decided I didn't deserve to have a wolf so he took her away. They performed a ritual on me that not only hurt like hell but took away my wolf permanently so I wouldn't be able to rebel against their torture since I had been trained in combat.

He was only Twenty-one years old, but his ruthless and cunning terrified countless packs. However, I was his fated mate. I was a nobody in Werewolf Packs from nowhere, arriving by high-speed rail: Wendy Smith. At least, that’s what werewolves believed. The driver probably saw my naive expression and considered I was some greedy little wolf chasing money, which could explain why he treated me disrespectfully. I slowly opened my eyes and gazed at this strange and bustling city. My heart remained steady. We soon arrived at Alpha Nick’s mansion. The driver helped carry my luggage in, but just as we stepped through the gate, we were stopped.

“What if you two come without your ammo and meet the pack?” “We can teach you the difference between pack wolves and rogues,” Collins smiles. “We can make you comfortable around us,” Iris adds. “You can see that we aren't so different, and you don't have to kill all of us, just the bad ones,” Collins suggests. “Also, you can meet some pups,” Iris tells then. “Oh, you should see some of them. Odin and Andrew are the best, but they are my nephews, so clearly, I love them,” Collins smiles.

My entire body tensed when I saw her stripping off his clothes and then riding his cock like a jockey. It took every ounce of my power not to ram into the side of the vehicle and send it crashing down the slope. But now I had one more fucker to add to my murder list. I promised to deal with him later. First, I had to kill the wolf that got away and from what I've learnt, he was the son of Alpha Felix, which made the game a lot more intriguing.

Thus, I ended up in New Haven, Connecticut, at Yale, where the closest werewolf pack is either The Nashoba Valley Pack or Silvermane, both in Massachusetts. Dad isn’t on speaking terms with Alpha Irwin of Silvermane because, well, that pack is the embodiment of ass. Dad is, however, on good terms with Alpha Liam from Nashoba Valley but promised he would not have people checking up on me. So, Aurelia promised Dad wouldn’t keep such close tabs on me. Aunt Sarael promised to keep Uncle John from doing the same.

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

Joseph took the paper from Alexander’s hand and smacked him lightly, imitating the one his master did earlier. “Hey! What gives? So what if I forgot? You remembered it, anyway.” “That is not the point, Sir.” “Whatever! So, what’s up with that guy?” “He’s a werewolf. He just turned earlier.” Alexander stared at Joseph for a few seconds. “Really?” he asked. “Positive, sir. The scent I picked up couldn’t have been Nicodemus. I know his well enough. And John’s as well.” “I see…” “There’s also another interesting piece of information that I’ve gathered. It seems that this friend of Nicodemus’ doesn’t have that… mark.”