Tobias Caleb Melanie Werewolf Novels & Stories

"I conquered it. And I brought back the Queen of the Stars to witness your end." "Kill him!" the Alpha shrieked, gesturing to his elite guards. "He’s just one man! Take the girl and the mountain!" Ten massive wolves, each the size of a carriage, lunged at Caleb. Caleb didn't even raise his hands. "System Command: Kinetic Anchor," he whispered.

Bob said. “You don’t understand, Bob. I've told you before. Your sister is a serial killer. If I didn’t put her behind bars, someone would have. “You’re gonna undo this or you’ll die right here and now.” Bob said. “Or better still, I’ll show everyone what you truly are. Do you think I don’t know that you are a werewolf? I know a lot about you, Minx Jackson. I know that you are above the curse and so would try to use your wolf to take advantage of this situation but I was already a step ahead.” Bob said.

GINGER "How are things going?" Tyler asked after I'd been doing my job for a couple days. "Really good, actually!" I replied cheerfully. "So you don't mind all the tedious data entry?" "No, not at all, actually! The stuff I'm learning is so interesting. Like, I always thought werewolves were immune to almost anything, but there are all these crazy things that can happen to them. Like one doctor observed a werewolf that stopped being able to heal quickly, except when there was a full moon. The doctor decided the guy had bad blood, and they actually ended up chopping off his balls so he couldn't reproduce and pass on the defect."

I wrinkled my nose then turned my attention back to the tv screen in front of me, although my brain was still thinking about Alex's words. Iris violets. Lycan. The first lineage of werewolves. Everything sounds crazy. 'Maybe I'm wrong." Alex exhaled and opened his eyes again, He looked at me with a half smile. "You are wrong Alex." I gave him a small nod then returned to staring blankly at the tv. ***

It was only two years ago that he had discovered their true nature, he was pleasantly surprised that the kid had agreed to come over despite how awful their last meeting had gone. Iggy shrugged his skinny shoulders, “Something about your….wife’s relatives?” he asked, choosing his words carefully. He had done enough research on werewolves after what he had witnessed to know the partners of werewolves weren’t referred to as ‘wives’, but Roy had used that term to speak of the female, so he would go along with it. Caleb smiled, “Yes, actually, I’d like for you to search for her relatives online.”

Caleb argued, his voice calm and rational. “What do you want me to say? Because you don't expect me to believe she actually saw a werewolf!! That's just insane,” Anna retorted, her voice rising in frustration. “I know, I know...but she doesn't seem like someone who was lying. Maybe, just maybe, she saw a creature that matches her description,” Caleb said, his tone thoughtful. “Don't tell me you are believing this fairytale nonsense. What next, vampires? Come on!” Anna exclaimed, cutting him short and staring at him with a disappointed look.

) He wonders to himself however. 'Boom!' a large explosion goes off sending tree chunks at him. "Wwwwwwwaaaaaarrr!" The wolf cries out as it evades the chunks swiftly. "Haaaaaaaaa, you won't make this easy for me will you.... Huh Jason?" A girl's voice came from behind the destroyed tree. (Clara!) He yelled in his mind his fangs showing hostility towards his childhood friend. The red haired girl stepped up and watched as the wolf ran away again "Even as a werewolf you're still weird" a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again.

I read on. “Tobias Viremont, third ruler of the Outlands. Cast out and yet crowned by what survived him. Half phantom wolf. Half dragon. A half-breed in a land where blood is counted like law and inheritance like war. He built a kingdom from nothing when both sides of his birth tried to make nothing of him. There was no mercy in the making of him, and perhaps that is why he grew into something so difficult to break. The other two dragons are his half-brothers. Remember that, daughter. It matters. If you see their shadows in the future, know that they do not stand apart from your blood entirely, though they would never call you kin with kindness. Their father’s blood runs through all of them.

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

Yesterday morning, Caleb sent me a text message to tell me that he had to go help his friend. The same she-wolf that he had been with on Thanksgiving. Her mate had been in a housefire and had gotten really hurt. He was going as the witch to help transform her human mate into a werewolf. I had no idea that this was even a possibility, but Caleb tells me that it’s the first time that it has really be tried out. It’s always been theoretically possible, but never tried out.