The Werewolf 1913 Novels & Stories

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.

Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw, " Aww! It's okay. I got you. Maybe I can give you a little help." Surprisingly, he let me check on his paw calmly. I saw a small bruise on it. When I touched it gently, it yelped in pain. I forgot about the sunset and began to walk out. A group of running footsteps stopped me abruptly in the water. Twelve large werewolves appeared in front of me, their eyes laying on the pup in my hand. The one in front shifted quicker than my blink, muttering with a smirk,

Alpha Liam was the king of their pack, the ruler of all werewolves, and his word was law. Cruella’s mind was reeling, too stunned to move. She barely registered Liam’s strong grip on her arm as he pulled her to her feet, lifting her from the ground as if she weighed nothing. The bond that had just been torn by Enzo now flared to life again—stronger, sharper, and undeniable. Her wolf reacted instantly, accepting the Alpha’s claim with a force that made her knees weak.

must function under the auspices of the Luna Temple, which was founded by the Order of the Moon Wolves, an all-female order that laid down the foundations of werewolf society. There are Luna priests, but they serve for more laic functions, charities social outreach, that sort of thing. It is not a secret society, but it is quite secretive, if you understand me.” She nodded. “Forgive me for what I tell you that you already know, but we don’t have time for more than a general overview. I do believe humans know quite well that werewolves lived apart from human society until the twelfth century when a werewolf pack attacked a human settlement in the Middle East. That led to the hundred years of

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."

"You said it was urgent, but I wasn't expecting it to be tonight." "Urgent could simply mean anytime. I need a test run," Iza said. "On someone’s blood. Quickly." The old woman raised an eyebrow. "For what?" "I... I have a suspicion." "Speak clearly, boy. I don't have all night to waste." Iza hesitated but then spoke, "There is this new werewolf who was brought along with the other wolves just about a month or two months ago." He went ahead to explain the situation to the woman.

“The Blackwood pup is about to awaken! A stage has been set up at the Sacred Ridge so everyone can witness the birth of a Divine Werewolf—a once-in-a-century event! If you don’t head over now, you’ll miss it!” The Beta tore free from my hand and disappeared into the crowd. “This isn’t right!” Kaeren scooped me up with ease and flew toward the Sacred Ridge. An Omega Black Werewolf shouldn’t be able to fly that high, but Kaeren could.

Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw, " Aww! It's okay. I got you. Maybe I can give you a little help." Surprisingly, he let me check on his paw calmly. I saw a small bruise on it. When I touched it gently, it yelped in pain. I forgot about the sunset and began to walk out. A group of running footsteps stopped me abruptly in the water. Twelve large werewolves appeared in front of me, their eyes laying on the pup in my hand. The one in front shifted quicker than my blink, muttering with a smirk,

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

He drinks beer while sharing stories with his friends. Vesper made her way to the second-floor library area. She stared at the mountain of books in front of her. Then she moves her way to the history section, where she pulls out a book titled: Wolves 1900. It shows a summary of the life of werewolves in the 1900s and how they protected themselves against the blood hunters. She got another book titled “Vanishing Wolf, a Memoir” Her eyes start to widen as she reads the book.