The Werelion Series Novels & Stories

Kurt snarled, pointing at Dirk, a look of complete disgust mixed with confusion on his face. "We're dead..." Trric mumbled weakly, feeling faint. Their shifts began then, all four of them, claws breaking through the skin, teeth ripping from jaws, fur sprouting outwards. First, the Triplets shifted into a weretiger, then they shifted into a Lycan, all the while, the werelion had finished his shift and now stared up at the giant Lycans, towering over him, with multi-colored eyes glaring daggers down at him, blood red fur standing on end.

The young wolf is whimpering and screaming in surrender, but they mercilessly continue their assault. I roar furiously and plow through the pile, as if they were cardboard figures standing in the way. I turn around and throw myself at them. One at a time, they fall for my senseless bites and raking claws. Finally there is only one of them back. Like a whiplash, I return to the driver's seat and take control of my consciousness when I see the large werewolf stand bend over Andreas' limp body. The light brown body lays far too still.

"Um... I was just saying that to lighten the mood..." But he started unfastening the clasps on his leather armor, his movements slow and deliberate. "You said you wanted to touch them. Now's your chance." The viewing screen exploded: 【Wait, wait, wait! Is this content available for free?!】 【That bloodthirsty vampire-werewolf is actually offering himself up?!】 【Serina's Lunar Fear is still 0! Isn't she supposed to have a "perception disability" from birth?!】 【This is more exciting than any romance novel I've ever read!】

Now on top of all the issues of my werewolf realm, I’ve got to add these fetid aquatic creatures to my list. Cough! Cough! She heaved. "Woman, do I look like a fucking kitten to you? Werelions are a personal problem of the merfolk. It still does not justify why you attacked my queen," I retorted. The minute I ended my statements, she lowly rasped, "A werelion killed my mate. “They took hundreds of lives simply because we will not go with them."

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

First was Valeska, a lovely and very slender brown-skinned weresnake (of the anaconda variety) from the jungles of South America. She moved with a fluid grace that Shamira envied, and was to become Shane's newest assassin and a sexual submissive. Next was Bangaly, a werelion from the wilds of central Africa. He was a mountain of a black man, with shoulders of an ox and cunning eyes. This sexual dominant would be one of Shane's new enforcers. Bangaly was accompanied by two women that looked like track stars, both Caucasian werelions and sexual submissives. Clara quietly explained that werelionesses were quite often submissives, but not to let that fool Shamira.

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”

I lied smoothly. That name changed the air as I'd hoped. After all, they were all aware of the fact their almost Luna turned out to be a psychopath Melbringer that bewitched their Alpha into abandoning them. At least that’s what they believe. I saw a torrent of emotions ripple through the werewolves like lightning across the fur. Fear. “We caught the tail of your scent,” the girl interjected without blinking. “We’re here to protect Springville from foreign invasion. Until we have a standing Alpha, we claim full territorial rights.”

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em