The Werewolf 1913 Novels & Stories

Rena looked at them intensely. "Let—let me go." Rena pleaded softly to the two people. She was afraid of being treated like what is in the movies. Even though Rena was a werewolf, she still couldn't fight back because, at this time, she had never felt the presence of a wolf. In a sense, the wolf had not yet appeared even though she was already thirteen years old.

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

Everything moved in slow motion as Xenia tried to focus on the scene before her. One moment she felt pure ecstasy; the next, a giant ass werewolf crashed through her window, lunging straight toward Cristobal. Her first thought was Illipio since he didn't like Cristobal much, but this werewolf was too big, and the fur was pure black with a white patch and red eyes. Those eyes, she thought. They look familiar. She watched as Cristobal quickly evaded the werewolf and rolled out of the way into the hall.

he said, stopping half-way to where they were. Sheera slowly padded around the warriors fiercely growling at the man, while the others remained silently watching him. “Oh, what do we have here? A werewolf, is it?” he smirked. Sheera gave a loud roar as she made to attack. Alford quickly whipped his head in her direction, “Marilee! Don’t!” he yelled while keeping an arm in front of Mitzie, but it was too late. Before anything could be done, the man waived his ungloved hand like he was swatting an annoying fly, and Sheera’s body flew across the room, hitting the metal wall with a loud bang. She let out a pitiful whimper as her body fell limply to the ground.

he asks with that cocky smirk again, and I instantly know he didn’t come up with this line just now. “I’ve been dying to meet anyone who is like … me. You know,” I point to my eyes, not saying aloud the obvious secret we share. As he scratches his hair again, I examine his face. His eyes turned back to that light blue with white freckles. He has a definite, straight nose with depressed root, a sharp jawline, and slim, almost hollow cheeks, making his chin stand out. His clean-shaven face gives him a boyish look. He can’t be over 25 I think, at first, but then remember that it’s harder to tell with werewolves.

Behind us, the pack stirred, their energy electric in anticipation. "Ready?" he asked softly. I nodded, his hand clutched firm. Together, we two lifted our faces up toward the rising moon, and for the very first time in history, a pack of werewolves had howled out in open heart of London-not secretly, but in celebration, for a new dawn saw shadows give way to light.

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

I could feel the rotation of the earth beneath my feet. I looked down at the mark. It wasn't a jagged wound. It was a glowing, silver sigil of a wolf’s head, etched perfectly into my skin. The heat radiating from it was intoxicating—a constant, pulsing reminder that we were no longer two separate beings. The door to the chamber finally gave way. The first of the Pack—a massive, scarred Beta named Silas—lunged through the threshold, his eyes blood-red with the madness of the Blood Moon. He didn't see an Alpha and his mate; he saw a target.

As the members of the Crimson Pack tensed, their instincts sharpened, and their eyes narrowed in anticipation. The air became heavy with tension as the growl reverberated through the woods, causing the very ground to vibrate beneath their feet. Rey's heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the familiar scent—a scent that stirred a mixture of fear and familiarity within her. It was the scent of a rogue werewolf, one who had abandoned all ties to packs and lived a solitary and dangerous existence.

But I knew they would intervene in case something went wrong. Right then, the lights in the room dimmed and the huge screen on the wall came to life, dividing into three parts. The faces took some time to appear, but when they did…I gaped open mouthed at the image to the left…because in that corner of the screen was none other than Alpha Krimson…the werewolf represented. “Alpha Krimson.” Alpha Charles too sounded surprised. “I wasn’t aware that the wolf representative had changed.”