Ultimate Werewolf Extreme Novels & Stories

" Sadness is not worthy of me, as well as laughter. I can say that I am a man without a will, and if I have it, it will definitely be in ruins ." Zayn stopped walking, eyes wide He pulled the one in his arms and his eyes were colored blue, indicating that he was using the power of taming, but what shocked him!! As this werewolf continued to run towards them, he felt a strong force other than his own to turn off the color of his eyes and put Ardena on the ground and quickly punched the wolf in the face making him retreat

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

"Stop acting like we're best friends." Liana looked at the gun held limply by his hand. It was facing down and the safety was on. She charged at him and they both fell, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She winced and tried to get up but he grabbed her hand. She tried to bite his while pulled her down with so much strength that she fell on top of him. She heard a deep animalistic growl and saw his body twisting and fur growing on it. She gasped before he hit her head with a pistol and she felt dizzy. Her world suddenly turned black.

It didn't take much of a look for me to recognize Felix's iconic red mane as he stood by. "Argon." Finally someone sobber to talk some sense into Diego. Standing at 7'2, Argon was easily the biggest werewolf and most likely the last of his kind; the Dire werewolf. Creatures of legend, even to their own kind, Dire Wolves are known to have been the strongest wolves to have walked the earth, characterized by their unusual height and eerie heterochromatic irises. Wasn't much the talkative type either, at least he'd be enough to get Diego back into the mansion before he broke his nose or something.

He enjoyed the attention. “I’m tired of keeping the boy in the dark,” I said. “It’s for his own safety. Zach, there are werewolves and vampires in this town. Rafael is a blood sucking vampire.” Rafael’s face changed, veins lining the skin below his lower eyelids became visible, gray-ish under pale skin. He opened his mouth wide, flashing long sharp fangs at me. Hannah screamed, standing and pulling Zach into her arms. She staggered back and made him stand behind her.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

"What?" I whispered sharply. Alex who was just about to eat his roast chicken looked up at Balthazar with his dark, furious expression. Balthazar stared at me, his gray eyes as if warning me to be careful with my speech. "It looks like the werewolves from the Yellowstone Pack caught Dimitri.?

He felt an overwhelming sense of rage and disgust at the dubious nature of this pack. "Well, I changed my mind pup, I won't kill the rest of you, but your Alpha must die. You can as well join him in getting killed if you want". His beta launches for the Alpha but him and Hunter immediately block his imminent attack on their Alpha, they each take hold of the beta's arm and rip them from his body. He growls loudly in pain and slumps. They are immediately surrounded by angry snarling wolves and they each give themselves knowing looks of fighting till the end.

He was indeed hard to deal with even with the agreement of not retaliating. Asteria's mood didn't change, she continued to attack him ceaselessly until she exhausted her strength. Little by little, she could feel that with the presence of a moving opponent, her grasp of certain techniques had deepened. Werewolf's endurance was much longer than a human's. Asteria had longer endurance than most humans, yet it still fell behind from werewolves. Therefore, as she tried to slash Nox a few more times with her sword, she was already gasping for breath.

The last documented case of this wolf’s birth was in fifteen-fifty-five, fourteen years before the werewolf-human war that almost wiped out our species. Below this, there’s a drawing of the wolf in question, standing on his hind legs, claw-like hands wrapped around a human, his muzzle pulled up in a snarl, teeth bared. They walk on two legs, not four? I look back on the entry. They don’t commit, only say that no one can be sure, since we haven’t seen an Ultima in almost five hundred years, and all we have are accounts from humans who are known to be biased and ‘highly imaginative in their observations.’