Ultimate Werewolf Extreme Novels & Stories

I took him down too. "THAT'S REED!" Someone shouted. "THAT'S THE FATHER! KILL HIM FIRST! ELIMINATE THE WOLF WHO BRED THE ABOMINATION!" Five extremists converged on me. All in wolf form. All armed with silver claws—enhanced weapons designed to kill wolves faster. I fought anyway. Took down two. Injured a third. But the fourth—the fourth got through my defenses. Silver claws raking across my ribs. Pain. Burning. Poison spreading.

The gallant Alpha bellowed in his fierce voice, echoing through the darkness. At Nicholas’s command, the werewolf’s eyes widened as they frantically scanned the ground with brewing anxiety. Not just him, but the whole pack knew that Levi was no ordinary foe. He was the Ultima, the most difficult position in the werewolf hierarchy to attain. The position was also higher than an Alpha, and like that wasn't enough, he was a descendent of the very first and most powerful set of werewolves to ever exist —the Primordials.

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

Helena wasn't blaming it, but it seemed Natty couldn't just let it all end. With a sharp gaze as if flames were burning in her eyes, Natty walked over to Drake, clenching her fists. Drake realized that his life was in danger. With a frightened face and trembling body, Drake continued to pull his feet and stepped backward. It terrified Drake as Natty drew closer to him. As soon as they got so close, Natty grabbed Drake by the collar and pulled him so that their eyes stared at each other closely.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

The dying shadow leader screeched with a thousand voices, his tattered body spewing abundantly with energy. The citadel began to gradually absorb its master. The oldest in a dark hoodie. He leaned forward, not believing his eyes. He hissed terribly. The werewolf approached the throne, slowly examining what was happening around him. Seeing Alud bound by the power of an ancient vampire, he gave a slight nod of greeting. Alud, not believing his eyes, nodded in confusion in response. Brook-ta-man silently fucked up. It seemed to him simply impossible to see a werewolf. The Ancient in the hoodie extended his hand forward, releasing his telekinetic power, the columns trembled around the perimeter,

I mumbled, realizing exactly what kind of wolf she was. Ultima! That's exactly what she was. That's why her scent was so confusing from the very beginning because she was neither alpha nor omega. "Ultima," are wolves that are higher than us, Alpha and Luna. They are the strongest in the pack and are very dangerous. When angered, their eyes turn red, and they can sometimes go insane with rage, or even can kill instantly if they wanted to. Provoking me into harboring an unstable Ultima in my home, and even making it imprinted on me! What the fuck was the moon goddess thinking when my destiny was getting written.

Gus’s presence was showing also. “It's OK, we won't hurt you,” Jim stated as he rose to his feet. “You are monsters,” she panted. “I guess you could say that,” I chuckled. “But Ezekiel is a monster too, the strongest and most powerful werewolf. He is a bad man, a murderer. Kitty, you need to stay away from him,” I warned her. “But he said he loves me,” she gulped. “No he doesn't. He isn't capable of emotions,” Jim added as he told her how he killed his parents. Kitty listened with tear-stained eyes as Jim told her everything.

A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth. To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances. Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs. He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped." Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him. I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.

She led him with a solemnity that bade everyone else be quiet and grave, also, as he marked the forehead of the first Werewolf. Red went down the line, making a small cut on the pad of each member’s thumb, pressing it into his own corresponding wound, before applying it with small, sure strokes to their foreheads. “This will now mark them as dead, and grant you all of their given powers, for as long as the blood remains.” Grandma intoned. “So now, when you tell their leader that the Pack are all dead, you will not be lying. This will buy you some time.” Red nodded, saying nothing. There was nothing more to say.