Ultimate Werewolf Extreme Novels & Stories

I told him as I bit him until he died and turned into ash. Since the situation had calmed down, I rushed to check into Anastasia's tent myself. Hugo was fighting 5 middle-class vampires and 3 high-class vampires in his wolf form. His wolf, Erik, was a huge red wolf with brown eyes. Although Erik wasn't as big as Axel, it was capable of tearing 4 middle-class vampires apart easily.

From the corner of his eye, Cole saw a flash of a black and grey two-toned wolf leaping into the air and rushing after the Weres carrying Isabelle. Cole snapped his attention in the direction and reached for his gun in reflex before anyone could react. The werewolves were about twenty feet from where they stood. Xavier turned in the direction and snarled. The speed at which the wolf was going was unreal. Xavier startled forward but stopped when a gamma lunged at the wolf, tackling her to the ground but she tear mercilessly into the gamma, tearing the jaw open. The gamma fell and died instantly. “Shit!” Xavier exclaimed.

“When I was a kid my parents would tell us old folklore. Stories about things in the woods that would steal our wolves if we were naughty, but one that always stood out was the stories of what was called an Ultima.” “Wow. How scary.” I say sarcastically and chuckle. “Hey now! As alpha it IS scary. The ultima is supposedly this cursed scary wolf with eyes that glow red. Every blue moon after their 18th birthday they have an undying urge to bite a human. When they do, the human transforms and becomes a werewolf.” “That is the least scary story I have ever heard.”

The woods, once a sanctuary, became a witness to an unspeakable act of violence. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the night, freezing everyone in place. The men, startled, looked around nervously. Another growl, closer this time, echoing through the darkness. I recognized it instantly—it was the unmistakable growl of a werewolf. Helena, in her wolf form, burst forth from the shadows, her fur bristling with a protective rage. The men, realizing the imminent threat, stepped back, their eyes widening in terror. Helena, towering over them, lunged forward with a swift, powerful motion.

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

As I absorbed this information, I realized that my understanding of werewolves and their societal structures was just beginning, and there was much more to learn Marie then shifted to discussing the fifth faction, her tone growing more somber. "This group could be considered the most formidable and perilous. They have ties to the human underworld, controlling mafia networks, gambling rings, drug trafficking, and various illegal enterprises. Even governments hesitate to confront them. Their leader is Alex, known as the Dark King. He has subdued several Alpha werewolves, turning them into his elite forces. His ambition is to conquer the Werewolves Kingdom. Alex is notorious for his cruelty – m

They are just waiting for the right time to attack us, just to bring us down so I understand him. “All right, fine,” I surrendered, which made him laugh heartily. I don’t even know now if he just loves having debates with me when it comes to this kind of situation to make me shut up and follow what he said, or if he’s just trying to make me realize that I’m wrong. Still, he’s enjoying it whenever I surrender. .... “Your Highness Celeste, I apologize for interrupting your rest, but a werewolf named Sebastian Lyall Volkov visited you and he’s now in the living room. He informed me that you are his mate, and he’s—” My eyes widened and immediately sat on my bed.

He could smell that this bloodsucker was old, so maybe it wouldn’t be easy picking them off after all. Duran and Valko being fully transformed, crawled up to stand on either side of Velma's wolf, with their own wolves eager to join the battle. But Miranda remembered what the Nymph had said. Izanna mentioned that Opal, the witch, had a werewolf mate. She did clarify that he was the mad alpha, but if they ended his life, then the witch would not help her and Nigel return to their original forms. She shoved Nigel to the back. "Stay here," she warned him.

I opened another tab as the recording continued. I searched up Anton to see what he’s been up to. There were several articles buried under a pile of nonsense involving different Antons that weren’t him. The articles talked about a werewolf extremist who has been kicked from several packs for making violent remarks towards innocent people and attacking some. He’d shift and attempt to maul someone like he’s lost his mind. Those articles talked about him. First and last name, but no photos were posted.

“Every wolf that dies from this point on is on your conscience. You could stop this right now by turning yourself in.” “And let you use me to create a weapon that kills all werewolves?” Hart asked. “Not happening.” “Then I guess we do this the hard way,” Marcus said. “Operation Silver Dawn proceeds as planned in forty-seven hours. Twenty-three pack territories, overwhelming force, complete extermination of all hostile werewolves. Your mate’s pack will be first on the list.” The call ended, and Hart stared at the burning compound, realizing they’d just made everything so much worse.