Novel & Cerita Stronger Book Werewolf

“Give me your phone and your money,” the man in front of me demands. “Now!” He's big, sure, all three are. They look no older than twenty, all tall, all well muscled and all, from the smell, entirely human. I might look small and lightly built, but I am a werewolf and I am stronger than any human. Stronger, faster, tougher and much quicker to heal. That little knife is no better against me than a water pistol.

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

Due to their werewolf heritage, their physical strength & aggression also waxes and wanes with the lunar cycle. Super Strength: Non-Original werewolf-vampire hybrids are stronger than Werewolves, Evolved Werewolves, non-Original Vampires, Supernatural Hunters, Immortals and Humans. Due to their vampire side, they also get stronger with age. The full moon will , again, boost their strength and aggression. Older non-Original vampires may be stronger and more challenging for many newborn non-Original werewolf-vampire hybrids under five centuries or so.However, if a non-Original werewolf-vampire hybrid fights a non-Original vampire closer to their age range, the non-Original werewolf-vampire hy

“She should have waited for us!” “I promise, we will take her with us as soon as we kill him," the human explained to his wolf. “After we steal his strength, we will be unstoppable, and marking our mate will only add to our strength.” Subconsciously, the beast's paws padded softly against the dirt, slowing down. His nose went to work, and it picked up on the aroma of sardines and tuna, but it was tainted, mixed with the odor of dirty socks, stale beer, and pizza. The werewolf cautiously followed the scent, and it led him out of the forest toward an old pizza joint stuck next to an old gas station. He stood still and low, with his paws gripping the concrete lot. His head and belly lowered to

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

I looked like a child playing dress-up. I walked out of the bathroom and Creed went in. I grabbed the book Liam lent me on werewolves earlier and moved to sit cross-legged on the bed. I opened up the book and on the first page was a drawing of a wolf. It was a decent drawing and it looked like the person took time shading it in. On the top corner of the page was a list of weaknesses and strengths. There were only three weaknesses which were; aconite, silver, and their mates. Their strengths included; superhuman strength, speed, nocturnal vision, ultrasonic hearing, rapid healing, and an enhanced sense of smell.

He was the Alpha of the strongest pack in the East—I expected nothing less than this. Acting on whims, he slammed his elbow into my wrist, trying to make me loosen the hold. It would have worked if I was just a werewolf, or a cursed Lycan like before. But now, I had the strength and healing power of a vampire. He couldn’t throw me off with such weak moves. His face turned red as his supply of oxygen decreased. His elbow slammed into my wrist, this time, managing to slacken my hold just slightly because of a small crack that sounded underneath my flesh.

“I just wanted a fake husband, not a fake human, not an animal. I just wanted my inheritance and my dream life, not... not this!” I sink back into the chair, clutching the book to my chest. My heart stutters at the thought of him running through the forest, completely at ease in the wild. No wonder he isn’t afraid of beasts. He is the beast. I shake my head hard, trying to shake the thoughts loose. “This isn’t real,” I whisper, but even as I say it, doubt creeps in. I open the book again, flipping to another page. The next section is about their abilities: Werewolves have heightened strength, superior healing abilities, and unmatched speed. Injuries that would cripple or kill a human heal wi

She didn’t even allow me to sit in her class until she was certain that king Richard had allowed me to. She took an old book with yellow pages and looked at us through her spectacles. “So. Today our lesson is about another species- werewolves.” She said and took out a flash card with a picture of a wolf on it. “Werewolves are one of the many species living in the magical forest. They have the ability to morph into humans when they want to. But they are weaker than vampires. But stronger than the rest of the other species we have learnt about.” She said and took another flashcard.