Spare Williams Werewolf Story Novels & Stories

But he was met with no answers from Kliara as she doesn’t know how to answer Williams' questions. Feeling that Kliara was still shocked about what had just happened, he went ahead to try and calm her down. “I know all these seem new to you, but this is who we are and what we do, I’m sorry you had to witness it this way” Williams said to Kliara. But instead, what was running through Kliara's mind was far from what Williams thought. She kept thinking of all her time with Jacob, how he talked, how he moved. How he was always not wanting to draw attention to himself, all these have clicked perfectly because he was never a human but a werewolf.

So cute. “It about your healings. I would prefer that you not do them when I’m on shift.” He proposes, his tone even and filled with care. Wills takes a loud swallow and grabs a napkin to wipe her face, before turning her attention to him fully. “I can’t promise that Dad. I will try but the other day was honestly an emergency, the she-wolf was about to lose her pup. I couldn’t stand back and watch that happen.” She leans forward, meeting his direct gaze.

The chains clanked loudly as I struggled against them, my wrists raw and bleeding. The damp, stale air of the underground cell seeped into my lungs, suffocating me. I curled my trembling body into a corner, desperately trying to find solace in the darkness. My name is Sasha Springfield, a 21-year-old weak werewolf. It seemed fate had a cruel sense of humor, for I had yet to meet my mate. In a world where finding your destined partner was the ultimate goal, I felt like an outcast, an anomaly.

Richard recently lost a huge million-dollar deal with a fickle investor who had cold feet and suddenly refused to commit to what he talked about half a year ago. The work-related problems wouldn’t be as terrible to deal with if the werewolves had peace of mind about their pups back home. Little William was under Ambrose’s care, and although he was a slow transformer, his knowledge about the human world and culture thanks to movies that Ambrose started binging on was way ahead of his brothers. Ding!

She was supposed to be his Luna and everyone was waiting for her to get her wolf. Liam threw a big birthday party for her on her eighteenth birthday and the celebration exploded when she didn't get her wolf. It only meant that her wolf would come when she was twenty one and that she would be stronger but why was any of these not happening now? In the history of werewolves, only one percent of them couldn't get their wolf. It rarely happened and the last time it did, it was over a thousand years ago. Willow moved forward on her knees and grabbed Scarlett again in her arms. The best friends hugged themselves as they continued to cry.

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

Nick waved a dismissive hand, looking so completely unconcerned by his fate, “Whatever, so on a scale of one to ten, how did it go?” “How did what go?” William grumbled, giving him the stink eye, “The house? It's still standing, no thanks to you… idiot.” “Uh, excuse me; I’m way smarter than you and who cares about the house? Let’s talk about the werewolf and Proserpina!” Nick's eyes gleamed excitedly, “Give me details. Come on, man! Are they doing the, you know... nasty?” And William proceeded to choke on his coffee, coughing and hacking up a lung so loudly like a drowning cat that everyone in the café actually turned to look to see if someone's dying.

The air in the chamber didn't just chill; it died. The figure standing in the corner was a grotesque mockery of life. Ronan’s body, which Zayden had broken with his bare hands, stood upright, but his limbs moved with a disjointed, mechanical twitching. The void-black eyes leaked a dark, viscous smoke that pooled at his feet. This wasn't a werewolf. This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.

) He wonders to himself however. 'Boom!' a large explosion goes off sending tree chunks at him. "Wwwwwwwaaaaaarrr!" The wolf cries out as it evades the chunks swiftly. "Haaaaaaaaa, you won't make this easy for me will you.... Huh Jason?" A girl's voice came from behind the destroyed tree. (Clara!) He yelled in his mind his fangs showing hostility towards his childhood friend. The red haired girl stepped up and watched as the wolf ran away again "Even as a werewolf you're still weird" a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again.

Williams eyes widened in shock “so you heard that then, I just want to apologise again for her coming here. I really wasn’t expecting that. And to answer your questions, I assume you know who lives near that woods if you were running away and what they are. The reason I said pup is because I am a wolf, I stay in my human form most of the time so I look normal but there is a wolf inside me. It was actually Mars, my wolf, who wanted me to come to you.” So, he was a wolf and he knew that Silvermoon was wolves too, did he knows about the prison? Did he know what I was? Did he think I was a wolf? I had so many questions but right as William was about to ask his next question my phone lit up at 10