The Last Werewolf Movie Novels & Stories

She died the same night my mother died and my family left Feverton. After discovering what had happened at the manor, I decided to go to town and start the process of proffering a very quick solution to this catastrophe that was about to befall the town before it was too late. Harold Lugard, the first werewolf was loose on the world and judging by what I have read in the journals of William Lugard, it could only get worse from there. The last time Logan was loose in London he murdered over two hundred and fifty people, including women and children. Then his whole family of monster hunters had to hunt him down and run him out of town. His older brother, William followed him here to kill him,

I woke up half dead. My heart began pounding fast in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins... A nightmare? I felt tightness in my chest as I struggled to breathe. I shoved the werewolf book aside with was lying on my stomach. Mom was right. Reading all those werewolf stuff gave me a freaking nightmare. I wanted to get up but my whole body felt numb, tired and dead... I couldn't die from a nightmare, right? Like seriously. Dragging my whole I reached my bathroom somehow which felt like I have already walked a mile to reach here.

The alpha king glared at him. " You dare stand before me and speak of my death. Do you know what this place is? This was where I killed the old lady. Sophia witnessed it and ran. This place was where you had your first meeting to dethrone me. " He paused and smiled. " And this is where I will start clipping your wings. I let you fly too high. " " What?" Ruckus smiled. " Try and see." " Do you know how strong a werewolf can become after killing?" The alpha king released his claws and started walking to the oak tree.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

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.

“You sound really excited.” “That’s because I am. I had to ask Kol for a favor just so I could settle this mystery. Kol as usual couldn’t help but be a bitch about it, so I am glad my efforts didn’t go to waste.” She adjusts herself on the bed so she is facing me. “I did research on the first wolf species and on The Ashcroft curse.” “The what?” I ask, not sure I have ever heard of such a thing as the Ashcroft curse. “You know, the whole thing about Kaeren and his brothers behaving like vamps and drinking blood and the whole thing about them not touching you? It’s because the Ashcroft bloodline is cursed.”

He ran to my side, his hand finding mine. “Whatever happens,” he said, his eyes fierce. “We stay together.” The light from the altar grew until it filled the entire room, blinding us. I felt a pull in my soul, like something was being ripped out of me and replaced with something ancient. The Werewolf Queen was no longer a legend. She was here. And she was angry.

Alvitir paced round the room, his hand on his cleanly shaved jawline as he thought of what to do next to protect the Supernatural. Thaymor and The Pinnacle would not even bother themselves about protection because that was the job of the werewolves. They were the most powerful creatures and that was why the Luna Cavalry consisted of mainly them. Alvitir raised his head after he decided to rest his legs, pacing was doing him no good and was even stopping him from thinking. Balor had long since kept his wine away and for the first time ever since he found out about Mordeu’s fur colour, the gravity of the situation manifested a look on his face.

"I'm Sandra Morrison. I trained with your mother years ago, before the purge." Yuna's breath caught. "You knew my mother?" "I did. She was an incredible woman. Strong, compassionate, brave." Sandra smiled sadly. "She saved my life once. Pulled me from a collapsed building during a rogue werewolf attack. I've never forgotten that." "The purge was necessary," the scarred man insisted. "Kitsunes were growing too powerful, too dangerous." "The purge was genocide," Noah said, speaking for the first time. "We killed entire families. Children. People who'd never harmed anyone."

“There’s no such thing as a wolfman, idiots. And even if there was, it wouldn’t be a weakling. Look at him, he can’t even defend himself.” “I have a bad feeling about this,” Jack said. “We could get in big trouble.” “You all are already in big trouble.” The three of them turned towards the direction of the voice and stared down at the red haired girl standing in their front. “And who are you?” Brad asked “Not important,” she smiled and pointed towards Xavier. “But I’ll tell you who he is.” “Go ahead,” Brad grunted impatiently. “He is Xavier Damon, the last living werewolf and he died a hundred years ago.”