The Werewolf 1913 Novels & Stories

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

Melanie "I can not wait for tomorrow.”I exclaimed, “ Yeah, I know I can feel your excitement from over here.”Tasha chuckles while stretching on the bed. The 13th birthday of every wolf is almost as important as their 18th birthday. It’s like the start of forever for them. At 13 each werewolf must undertake a silver bath which occurs every full moon.

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

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.

They had hardly walked a few steps when a werewolf came running towards the Alpha and shouted aloud, “Alpha! I just saw Luna lying unconscious on the outskirts of the forest beside the waterfall." “What! How did that happen? I am sure this is the work of this girl who is chained in front of us.” Stay here and keep her chained while I return with Lara. We might need this girl’s help in getting to know what exactly has happened to her.” Alpha rushed towards the outskirts of the forest after giving the instructions. “What is the Alpha saying? Which witch is he talking about? I have never met a witch in my life.” Ella pondered as she watched the two female wolves fight right in front of her. She

Just beside the door, her luggage was packed and kept there. It was the 5th of September. To humans it was just a normal day, but to us in this pack, it was a day of excitement and happiness. Because the 5th of September was the day of the mating fair. Every year, on the fifth day of September, every werewolf from the age of eighteen to thirty meet each other in the square to find their mates. The male wolves from every pack has females from every pack in the region to choose from or to find as fated mates. Just as the females are already eighteen, they leave together with their mates and if they were chosen, they keep going till they turned thirty.

"Put her on trial! Give her punishment!" Familiar pack mates of the past bared their fangs at me, glaring viciously as if they wanted to tear me to pieces right then and there. My body trembled even more violently; my wolf , dormant for years, was stimulated into waking and kept sending desperate pleas to Silas. Tears streamed endlessly from my eyes as I tried to soothe my wolf . The witch's face blurred before my eyes; she hesitated for a moment and looked up at Silas on the dais.

He went around his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a photo album. When he looked up at me, excitement was glinting in his eyes. “This holds the history of our pack,” he informed me. “Everything we are is right here. I want to show it to you.” I nodded and took the empty chair across from his. He opened the first picture. It was black and white, which astonished me because I didn’t think werewolves were this old. Then again, they were probably around from the beginning of time. “This is the first photograph one of us ever took. We were around for way longer than the 1800s.”

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