Ultimate Werewolf Game Rules Novels & Stories

He asked, turning to stare at the witch as he moved into a seated position. Marianne laughed slightly, knowing that Blanche did not have the power to do such a thing as heal a werewolf's bite; and yet, it was Silas who spoke whilst I remained silent. “No, it was not the witch.” He said slowly, moving to kneel beside me and his second in command. Ezio's eyes widened as his gaze once again landed on me, “She couldn’t have, Luna is not a healer.” “Not for normal wounds she is not, but Werewolf damage can only be healed by sunlight, or a sunlight witch.” Mari explained with a smile, adjusting her glossy purple gown.

Her violet eyes found mine across the crowd, and for a moment, everything else fell away. Then my father stepped into the circle. He was in human form, stripped to the waist, his body a map of old scars and hard muscle. He looked like what he was: a warrior who had never lost. "Kaelen," he called. "Step forward." I walked into the circle. The crowd pressed closer, hungry for blood. "The rules are simple," my father announced. "Last wolf standing claims the hybrid as mate and inherits full Alpha power. No weapons. No outside interference. No mercy."

Hopefully the girls don’t get too wasted from this. I nod, “I like it! Not it!” I yell, already getting up. Jordan stands up next to me, “Alright. Alright. Rules!” Jordan says, his hands raised trying to calm us down. Olivia gives him a ‘get on with it look’ and he smirks. “First rule, no going outside. Everyone stays in the house.” We nod, he continues, “Second, non werewolves get half a shot. I don’t need all of you passing out on us after the first round. Third.” He stops, looking over at me. “You’re with me.” I roll my eyes, but nod. Knowing that I won’t get away with going by myself anyway.

Most of them are Alphas or high-ranking Betas, seasoned fighters who have spent their lives honing their element. And then there is me, a fugitive in a silly disguise, with barely a grasp on the power that forced me into exile. A hush falls over the amphitheatre as a tall figure steps onto the central platform. It us Elder Duskbane, one of the members of the werewolf council overseeing the game. His hair is tied back in a knot, and his presence radiates authority. "The rules of the game are simple." He announces, his deep voice carrying over the crowd. "This cycle of the element games will be fought in three rounds. Each round will test your strength, endurance and mastery over your element.

But the question that Scott had just asked concerning the bet brought her back from the journey of thought that her mind had carried her through. She looked at the two wolves that were about to fight briefly. Then she giggled. "I'd have gone for the brown wolf, but seeing the way you cheated by threatening him, I'd say that your wolf would win." She stated as she kept a straight face and continued to look at the fighters. Scott scoffed. "Then I guess we'd both have to keep our moneys to ourselves then.' "Remember the rules of the game.. the looser must be killed and cannot be spared for any reason." The voice of the officiating wolf came filling the whole arena.

How long has this been going on? We get into our fighting stance. I bellow the rules for the gathering of people that are coming. "It is a fight to the death. Winner takes the pack and the Alpha title, the loser gets death. No cheating. We may shift into our wolf forms at any time." I say with authority ringing in my voice.

After the short speech, everyone remains silent. Chris takes this as an opportunity to add, “The Beta, Gamma, and leaders of each warrior faction have decided on a strategy. We will assign two groups to patrol the borders. Each group will comprise a scout, a sentinel, and two hunters. The pack will follow these protocols until the situation will be resolved.” Chris covers his mouth with his hand and clears his throat. “If there are any questions, clarifications, or violent reactions, the time to express them is now.” A man in his late forties raises his arm, a scar on his left arm noticeable to every other werewolf in the area. Chris recognizes this man as one of the people who fought alongs

Ever. Rule four: No killing You both die. No cheating. You die.” "Rule five: No quitting, finish the games together, no matter what. Rule six: One chance to swap mates if you screwed up. Everyone has to agree, though. Got it? Good. Now, go change. We’re throwing a party." The crowd erupted in cheers. Chloe blinked, startled. The man was still gripping her hand like it was a lifeline. They followed the old man to their room where a timer ticked down: one hour.

I replied, the crowd’s eyes went wide as I knew his name, their names. I’ve been doing a lot of research lately, about Zeus’ pack, I can’t be their Luna unless I know them. “We don’t… but we want this to be an entertaining fight.” “Fine then… continue…” I smirked. “The rules are simple, you win, you move forward, no catch, no lies.” He explains and sits back down. I look at Zeus one last time, this game is going to turn out ugly. I crack my bones, fixating my gaze at whosoever is going to stand from the horde.

I'm more interested in playing than I was before. The man manning the stand explains the rules to the first batch of couples that will play. We are on the list. It's pretty easy. I just have to carry Marelyn on my shoulders to that end, get the stick candy stuck to the fixed wall at the edge, and return back to the finish line. Of course, the rest do not know they are up against a werewolf, which makes it a lot more fun. I hoist her on my back. Marelyn settles on my shoulders. We take the lead in doing that as well. Some couples make the moment a total disaster. There are two who tumble right into the levelled snow-sheathed ground and the host disqualifys them.