The Spare Werewolf Book Novels & Stories

I sharply asked. Growls stopped, they looked at me like I said something they’ve never heard before. “We don’t have that kind.” He moves forward which makes me and Rendall brace ourselves for an incoming fight. “I am thinking of who to kill first but black and grey ones volunteered,” Rendall said and nudge my back using his shoulder as a signal to attack. I quickly get my dart and throw it at the werewolf beside me, and then the monsters started to counter. I pulled out the spear on the werewolf in front of me and throw it to the one that is behind Rendall. I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front.

My wolf was alert, sensing no werewolves near the cafe. And how’s that possible? Then I observed the herbs around the cafe, which are used to hide the smell of the werewolves as well as vampires. I pushed the door of the cafe and immediately the two new scents of werewolves hit my nose while the rest of the five scents were familiar. And the moment my eyes landed on Aurora and her minions, I knew I was in trouble. I turned quickly to run but I came across an unknown face with a very tall muscular man with scary blood-red eyes that seemed to see straight through my soul.

Countless books lined the shelves. Leaning forward, I picked up an old, rusty spellbook. After brushing off the dust and cobwebs, I opened it to find potions, magics, and spells of all kinds. “But how do I know which is the right one?” I wondered aloud. A brief silence followed. Then, a noise came from the back. My heart skipped. Moving closer to investigate, I spotted a small, aged book on the floor. Picking it up, I skimmed the first few pages. The book focused mainly on werewolves. Opening it further, my eyes widened—there, written boldly on the middle page, were potions, spells, and a cure for werewolf illness.

“I’m right behind you..” I nodded and turned back to the book, taking a step at a time. Then, my hand touched the cover— The book flipped open by itself, then pages began to turn over rapidly. Then stopped on one page. And on it there was one name glaring back at me. EREVOS A certain cold chill raced down my spine. “What is that?” Cassien stepped beside me and his face darkened instantly. “That is a myth, one werewolf always stayed like that.” I read the writings under it, my eyes tracing it word for word.. then I stopped.

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

“Bring me home? I’m not a white wolf.” “Exactly.” The man that seems to be the leader of the spare hunters growls out at me. My eyes narrowing in his direction. Then I realise, they aren’t dressed in black, they have no guns in their possessions. They weren’t hunters, they were werewolves. This was the White Moon pack. “I said I would only spare her if you captured the mother…” “She has gifts of her own, she can heal…I’ve seen it for myself. She would be greatly valuable to us.”

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Maybe I was imagining it, but the library suddenly felt at least ten degrees warmer. I focused my attention back on the books in front of me, now that Cole had added a few. I could feel his gaze still on me, but I tried to ignore it as best as possible. Then I turned a page and the book really did grab my entire attention. On the pages I found a record of all the packs of the werewolves, not just the Grandmoon Pack. I turned the page, hoping to find some record of the Western Pack. Sure enough, there was indeed a record of the western pack, but it was just a few sentences.

Then, before Jasper could respond, he added, “In fact, the only thing that you did become is a werewolf.” “Not exactly,” Jasper hesitantly said. “The werewolf genetics are the strongest in me, but the other two are in there on some level.” “You have zombie in you?” Marcus screeched. When Jasper slowly nodded, he continued by bellowing, “And vampire?” Jasper grinned and gave a light snort, “I’m a regular mutt.” Marcus moved to the nearest chair and dropped his backside onto it. “Who else knows?” he asked with a sigh of resignation.

She wondered where Damien went as she didn't meet him in the room after she had her bath. She stood up and headed to the large shelf, wondering what kind of books were there. She ran her fingers through the books in the first row of the shelf and randomly picked up a book. Looking at the front of the book, it read "First generation Werewolves" "So Werewolves had different generations, hmm interesting" Aurora muttered to herself and turned the book open. ‘The First generation Werewolves, a dangerous and infectious breed. They had quite a dangerous aura, no! These were raging monsters, never to take the human form again’