Ultima Werewolf In Real Life Novels & Stories

I scanned around the room but everyone was paying deep attention to what Dr Ella was saying. “It’s just your imagination,” I murmured before turning fully to listen to Dr Ella. “Now, research over the years has proven futile, no one has been able to prove that truly supernatural beings exist.” I shifted in my chair, I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. “But, not until recently, did I come across this.” She smiled, clicking on her laptop. I froze, for a split second, it seemed as though time stopped. On the big screen, was a picture of a real grey fur werewolf. I would never forget it, the wolf had a mark on its side.

I don’t hear any movement, so I open one eye and look at him, trying to control the cringe on my face. “Bro, this has to be the stupidest prank you have ever tried to pull. It’s not even realistic. Like, how dumb do you think I am? Do you have secret cameras in here or something?” He looks around the car, trying to find the hidden cameras that don’t exist. “Jas, it’s not a prank,” I let my head fall on the steering wheel, then look back at him, “it’s real life. I’m a werewolf.”

The golden glow in his pupils wasn't a trick of the light anymore, it was steady and bright, shimmering with an intensity that made her skin crawl. “I’m not just some guy from the city, Mehanda,” Uriel confessed seriously. “I’m a werewolf. A real one. My father leads the Silver Fang pack on North Mountain. Everything you think you know about my kind is just half the story.” Mehanda stared at him, stunned. Her mouth was dry, like she’d swallowed a mouthful of sand. “A werewolf? Uriel, that’s not real. You’re messing with me. You’re scaring me. Just tell me you’re in some kind of cult or that you’re joking. Please.”

We quickly thank him, and luckily, he leaves without another word. The house lacks any decorations or curtains. The haphazardly arranged furniture looks barely standing. Our bags land on the couch in the living room that has grown old and dusty over the years. Jason stares at me for a moment before pulling me to him, burying his face in the crook of my neck, and starts talking in a hushed voice. “I’m 100 percent sure these were homes of werewolves. And Brock…” he takes a deep breath before keeping an even lower voice. “I think Brock is a hunter,” he finishes, and my body goes rigid with a breath struck in my lungs.

She asks me, suddenly changing topics. “Yes, he is supposed to be here soon,” I say as I lift my wrist to check my watch. “Do you think he will tell us what he knows now?” “Maybe,” I say sighing. After finding the missing Alpha’s, the only 3 remaining live ones. The committee began looking into rumors of humans supposedly turning into werewolves. The cases have varied wildly and two of the 5 cases have already been disproved but in the last two meetings, the mention of the Ultima werewolf had upset the rest of the committee. Ironically the only two who are in agreement with me are Rita and James.

"Werewolves? Like… from books? No, of course not. That’s just fantasy." "What if I told you it wasn’t?" The room fell into a heavy silence. Emilia stared at him, confusion knotting her stomach. His expression didn’t waver. He was dead serious. She slowly shook her head. "You can’t be serious. Werewolves aren’t real, Dante. That’s not possible." He stood from his desk and began to pace slowly. "What you saw last night wasn’t a dream or hysteria. Those creatures—those wolves—they’re real. And they weren’t acting on instinct. They were sent."

Wait, how on earth would Dunstan know about the werewolves, considering that our identity is hidden in the modern world? My hand was shaking as I aimed the cursor at a video clip that accompanied the document. With trembling fingers, I clicked play, hoping to find some answers. As the video unfolded, I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sudden sob of shock and disbelief. The video revealed a secret underground laboratory where scientists were conducting experiments on werewolves, extracting their DNA for medical purposes. The footage showed the werewolves in cages, their eyes filled with fear and pain. Then I remembered what Olga had said back in the hospital. It was about the identity o

I countered, “You can’t, Mom. I appreciate you trying to heal my son but you’re also sick. I can’t lose either of you.” My mom parted her lips to most likely argue but Aurelia interrupted, mouthing with disbelief, “You healed his mind? I still don’t understand how you managed to do that.” My brows furrowed when I noticed Auelia’s facial expression. It was almost unreadable because aside from curiosity, I couldn’t decipher what the dull glint in her blue eyes meant. “You don’t have to be surprised, Aurelia.” My mom uttered. “After all, I’m the last living werewolf with ties to the extinct pack.”

I just smiled at them. After dinner, I put the twins on their beds. When I knew the twins were already asleep, I went back to my room. I sit on the balcony to look at Rosh's training. I was searching online about werewolves. I need to know about their kind. I need to prepare myself for my future with Rosh. I was into reading online and I didn't notice the Rosh was already at my back. "Werewolf and Human Love story." Rosh read on my search engine.

"Sir, I have investigated the only undead werewolf in California. His name is Conal Henry. I have met him. Conal is a very alert werewolf and difficult to deal with." Hearing Laura speak, whispers and discussions began to resound around. Most vampire members are surprised to hear that a werewolf can be immortal. Laura glanced at the lowly people, smirking scornfully. What she was about to say would probably surprise them more. "Master, he is not only an immortal werewolf but also a dominant Alpha." As soon as Laura finished speaking, the people around raised their voices in surprise. She glanced at Ethan's attitude, and he was also momentarily startled. However, Ethan is not as expressive as