Twilight Werewolf Cast Novels & Stories

"Wow! He's grown!" Amy was at the table, wearing a lovely purple gown, and Drake sat beside her in an impeccable black Armani suit. Everyone was dressed in Black Tie, including the werewolf Alphas: Xander Reed and Elias Samuelson, who looked tense. I looked down the table and the heads of all of the covens were there, as well: Drake Summerfield, head of the South Coven; Darius Blanchard, head of the East Coven; and Felicia Wood, head of the West Coven. The witches were represented by Annette Depraysue, head of the Tenebris Witch Coven and her assistant, Zaria Vandran. Literally, the royalty of the species were all present. "Sorry we're late!" a female voice said from behind us. "The traffic

Convel stopped coughing and keep a poker face. “Stand up.” Alarick removed his hand on my chin and stand up. “Why?” “Should I answer that?” he retorted which make me sullen. Without a choice, I stand up and followed Alarick and saw Convel guarding me behind. We walked until we reached the town place of Domlur where werewolves gather. Their eyes remained on us three, mine specifically. “I am the breakfast,” I said out loud and heard Alarick chuckle.

She has something on her face that screams grace and beauty, even in old age. In fact, she looks familiar, like someone I want to remember nothing about - Ezra. She is wearing a simple short white dress, and so are the female witches who are following her. Right behind them, there are about thirty shifted werewolves. "Traitors!" I shout through the mind link I am sharing with Alan, Damien, and the rest of the fighters. "They'll get what they deserve... That's a promise!" Damien answers me back, trying to calm the anger that built inside me the moment I saw them.

Kiara: I sat in the veranda of Nathan and I’s chamber, watching as the stars illuminated the sky, tonight was a full moon meaning that every wolf, aside from the ones who had a moonstone gemstone on a ring or a necklace, he’d be shifting to a wolf, most of the castle had the stone with them, the witches having enchanted it for them to allowing them to control when they wanted to shift, Nathan had his in a ring which he wore on his left ring finger.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

“Well… Not necessarily. The full moon is merely a trigger and also a power-up. Otherwise, you guys can change anytime once you’ve turned. And from what I can see, you’ve just went through your first transformation.” “I guess… I didn’t know I was a werewolf until now…” “Your parents were hiding it from you. They’re werewolves too.” “Hey, how do you know? It’s not like they changed in front of you or anything, did they?” “There are other ways of knowing, trust me.” “So, about this mind speak thingy…”

And how long will Jax be blinded by the truth? WHILE in the territory of Blood Moon Pack, warriors are on their post, guarding their territory. While Alpha Fenris, together with his Beta and Gamma, Ulmer and Zayev, is in the middle of a meeting. Talking about the recent sightings of rogues in their territory. And the possible infiltration of a vampire in their territory. It’s like they’re on the move for something. But the most important of all, is the new message that his sister, Rylie, got.

The path beneath their feet wasn’t dirt anymore, but ash. “I feel like we’re walking on graves,” Lily muttered. Callum didn’t answer. His senses were heightened, eyes glowing faintly in his wolf state. He didn’t trust anything about this place, and for good reason. Suddenly, a branch snapped ahead. They froze. Lily raised a hand instinctively, her fingers igniting with that familiar silver-blue flame. A figure stepped out of the mist. Then another. And another. Ten in total, figures wrapped in ragged cloaks, faces masked with carved wood and animal bone. Their eyes glowed with different colors—red, gold, green, and violet—but none matched the usual shades of werewolves.

he commands, looking at Roark. “We began climbing down the parapet wall one by one. I was at the rear end of the line, and when I noticed some commotion by the south wall, I hung back. I saw three figures emerging from somewhere underground. They were heavily cloaked, and hoods were covering their faces, but they were Werewolves.”

But my memories of last night were foggy. A text from an unknown number distracted me from my thoughts. “Hey, Abby It's Tiffany. Have you seen the news?” I ran downstairs and turned on the TV to ‘see the news’. The headline was “Werewolf strikes at a party.” I turned up the volume to hear what the reporter was saying. “… A boy named Trevor Coleman was seen with the werewolf last night and is believed to know the true identity of the beast. He is giving an official statement to the police as we speak.