Spare Williams Werewolf Story Novels & Stories

Laura's Point of View: "Kill him!" The same voice from a while ago spoke inside my head. I covered my ears with my hands, wanting to make it stop! "How dare you let her here!" "She is a wet dog!" someone whispered, but I was able to hear her. "A werewolf and a vampire?" another one added. "What is?" "I've heard some rumors claiming she used to be close to the queen of werewolves!" Whispers kept running straight into my ears, and I wasn't even getting what they were talking about.

I moved to the bar, needing something to do with my hands. "I want answers." She stood in the center of my living room like she was ready for a fight. "How did you get that photograph?" I poured two glasses of whiskey, expensive stuff that usually helped me think clearly, but unfortunately its not going to help, not tonight. "Your son shifted on a playground three weeks ago." I held out a glass to her. She did not take it. "A three-year-old werewolf pup, golden eyes, no pack scent. Word travels fast in our circles."

The other werewolves began to withdraw slowly. I had knocked three of them out already and was trying to deal with the others coming at me. Suddenly one of them, who I think was the leader, gave a signal for them to retreat. It wasn't an easy fight. "Who the hell are those guys," Williams said as he shifted back to his human form. "Rogues, they were here for Mary, I think they want to kill her," Larry said "Obviously," Uncle Tim said, looking annoyed. Two werewolves were on the ground. Williams asked to know what we were going to do with them.

And love had chosen them back. The curse was gone. The packs were whole. And in Elara’s womb, a new heartbeat answered the dawn. The werewolf’s bride had become the werewolf’s mother. And the story, after so much blood, so much darkness, finally found its light.

“No. It's more powerful. My pendant was collected from the dying breaths and collective ashes and remains of ancient ice and fire werewolves. They are living and breathing — they have much more than I can ever get.” “Why can't you just get more?” I slapped my forehead painfully, “There hasn't been a fire wolf and ice wolf for over three hundred years, they are the last of their kind— my sister and Williams. The only way I can get some is with their remains.” “Then it's important we kill them.” I nodded. An idea flashed in my head “Call Logan. I have an idea I think he would like.” “What do you have in mind?” As I lowered the pendant carefully into the space beside me, I returned to Thomas w

William sat at the butcher-block table in the small kitchen of the house he shared with Paoli. He stared at the paper before him—scripted in Paoli’s neat handwriting—with open surprise. On the page was a single name and species along with location. “Are you sure this is right?” William frowned at the paper. “It’s right,” Paoli confirmed without even glancing at him on his way past. “When was the last time we had a female werewolf?” William raised a skeptical brow and his gaze followed Paoli around the table.

Wade chuckled. “I stink like a werewolf.” William winked. “More like a dog.” howled Wade. Dara entered the room. “Dara he just called you a dog.” William pointed at Wade and laughed. “No I didn’t. I called you a dog.” Wade looked at William. “I’m a werewolf so as Dara. If you call me a dog, you call her a dog too.” howled William. “Dogs are better than zombies. At least they’re alive.” Dara laughed.

Dione looked at the folder she was holding and closed it and handed it to Peter. “Peter… that wolf in the picture. Is that taken by Dr. Conrad?” Dione asked as he was about to turn his back on her. Without looking back, Peter answered her, “Yes.” And he walked to the cabin. While Dione was left still amazed at what she saw. And while thinking about that, a thought suddenly crossed her mind. Her eyes got widened, and she covered her mouth with her hand. “Don’t tell me… that was an actual werewolf?!” she said to herself. And now, she can’t stop herself from convincing that, that was really a werewolf. She immediately wanted to get the folder from Peter to continue reading it.

"It's immediate death if any tries to cross the border" "Oh" Iris's tattoo got a third line added to her tattoo but the third line crossed the two lines she had before. "You have exactly the type of tattoo my mum has," Willow whispered to Iris. "Really?" "Yeah" Willow nodded. "Well, she was married to a werewolf and probably lived here before. Has she ever told you the story of her love and marriage?" Iris asked. "No. But I think that would probably be a great conversation" Willow smiled. "You see?" Iris waggled her eyebrows.

I responded. "I am happy to know the police authorities are working hard on this. The killings have been random these days. I mean just a few days ago, a senior colleague was brutally injured by this monster," the lady explained. The woman extended her hand. "Pardon my manners, Officer. I am Dr. Steph Williams. I specialize in folklore and myths. Perhaps I can be of assistance?" I shook her hand gratefully. "I am Officer Ralph. Any help would be much appreciated." Dr. Steph took a seat beside me, and we delved into a deep conversation about werewolf legends and historical accounts of similar creatures.