The Werewolf Game: The Villagers Side Novels & Stories

I wondered if I would have passed the test. I grabbed a metallic rod and looked at the beast. If I managed to thrust this rod right through his heart, he could be killed. I took a step towards him but someone grabbed my arm and dragged me back, “He…. He is a Vexin wolf. You can’t defeat him.” “I know but I have to try. We can’t just let him kill all the villagers.” “Fine… But wait for a moment. I will call the others too. Let us attack together,” Denmark said, urging me with an anxious expression. I nodded as I slipped behind a rock, “I will keep an eye on him. You go and get the reinforcements.”

The vortex of darkness swirled menacingly, its power growing with every passing second. Gabriel stood at its center, exuding an aura of malevolent triumph. The townspeople, now rallied behind me, watched in horror as the true nature of our enemy became clear. In the midst of this chaos, my newly discovered family member—who had revealed themselves as a key player in the ancient werewolf prophecy—stepped forward. Their eyes, filled with a resolute determination, met mine. "Emily," they said, their voice steady despite the turmoil, "there's only one way to stop this."

He turned to my stepsister Diana with a smirk that showed the edge of his canines. "Diana, didn't you mention how tedious these mating ceremonies are? Two wolves recite ancient vows, exchange bracelets, and it's done." "Today I'll show you a ceremony with just one wolf. Interesting, don't you think?" Her half-brother Derek, another beta of Axel's pack, immediately grabbed the ceremonial horn and announced loudly: "The mating ceremony is paused!" Her childhood friend Kai shouted from the sidelines: "Diana! Watch this!"

Her body had been mutilated by blades and weapons; only her dirt-stained face remained recognizable. Yet she did not die immediately. She squinted her eyes, looking around as she struggled to breathe, panic still gripping her. The villagers in front of her wore terrifying expressions. Their axes, stained with pieces of flesh, rose into the air before crashing down toward her once more. The strong smell of blood flooded every werewolf's nose. In her final moments, Velda's mind flashed back to the night she led her troops to slaughter these two villages. That night, her soldiers were just like this, cruel smiles on their lips, raising sabers and spears, mercilessly hacking at the civilians.

Deep in the wood, I heard a loud howling coming from the distance, my chest tightened and my gaze shifted to the window where the sound was coming from. My chest raised in anticipation, and my face lost his color, the villagers have always been scared of this howling and sometimes stayed locked up. It has always been said that humans can't win against werewolves. If a fight were to break out I am the only human here, and be killed. The sound did not stop, I kept coming, until I fell asleep. I robbed my eyes gently as I opened my eyes, I was still naked but wasn't alone on the bed anymore, Alpha Alaric was sleeping next to me.

The men stiffened at the sight of her. “She’s one of them,” the man with the shotgun muttered. “A werewolf. She’ll bring trouble. We're being merciful not to even kill her." My breath caught in my throat. Kill me? The woman narrowed her eyes. “Werewolves pass through this village all the time. We don’t stop them. None of you tries to stop them. But this one, you see her tired, bleeding, and nearly broken, now you want to act brave.” Another villager spoke up. “She’s carrying one of them. An alpha, no less."

In a small village on the outskirts of the forest, he bought some jerky, fresh muffins and continued on his way, accompanied by wary and panicky looks. They even tried to persuade him to stay the night, referring to the fact that it is very dangerous to travel in the dark. But the Wistolean understood their motives too well, people just hoped that he could somehow deal with their monster. It is not for nothing that the inhabitants of Vistolca were famous as the best fighters. And Vic would gladly stay, he himself was curious to see a werewolf openly attacking the same village for three nights already. Everything he knew about his future brethren contradicted such actions. They tried not to p

Day fourteen of Ellen missing. Everyone was exhausted and couldn't think straight anymore. There were fights and discussions between humans and were also between werewolves and humans. What could end badly in the end. We had to rest for a bit, which was obvious. 'Everyone come to the kitchen.' I ordered through the microphone. That I let install over all the house and garden. So everyone could hear me. Everyone arrived, and I started talking. 'Everyone goes to bed and takes a little rest. Sleep till you feel better. Then we can search more.'

Kael broke free, reaching her, shielding her with his body. Veyr laughed, blood dripping from his jaws. “You bleed,” he said. “And your child waits.” He lunged, aiming for the inner door. Elara surged, pain forgotten, placing herself between Veyr and the crypt. Her claws sank into his chest, deep, twisting. He gasped, red eyes widening. Then, slowly, smiled. “You cannot stop what is coming,” he whispered. He collapsed, dead. The Eclipse wolves faltered, leaderless, beginning to retreat.

he said to them. “we are going to sell this unfortunate werewolf to the vampires. They need blood to make a hybrid” one of them which he assumed as the stupid one answered. “Shut the fuck off Marcus!” the 3rd one warned. “Do you want to take her place?” he threatened the stupid one. “Now we are going to play a little game called, give the girl back to me. You keep the girl here and you move away immediately” Volk said in the calmest voice he could muster as he tried to hold his cool.