Underworld Werewolf Novelas e Histórias

Penelope said. “Okay, I’ll pretend like I believe this whole lie. So how would you explain Gordon’s werewolf abilities? I saw him transition for the first time when he turned 13 like every other normal werewolf should and he unlocked his parallel curse when he killed someone for the first time. Are fox devils like that too?” Oliver said.

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

Blood spills into my mouth, coating my tongue. I hold still, not putting up a fight. “Evening.” “We haven’t heard from you in a few days.” He growls in my ear. They usually send a different one every single time. This one is hairy and his breath reeks of cheetos and cigarettes. I huff. “I was planning to send a message through Mitch.” Dealing with underground werewolf gangs isn’t fun business. They’re all a bunch of entitled jackasses, making demands and expecting results within set deadlines.

“Holy hell… I’ve never seen her like this.” Nimah roared and charged. The ground cracked under her weight. She slashed, claws slicing through Elaria’s frost barriers. Elaria staggered backward, barely holding her ground. “So, the rumors are true,” I said, carrying Lyra to safety. “So this is the power of a full-blooded werewolf. She is bigger than Kaid.” Elaira extended her hand, mana pulsing. The ground trembled — vines and roots burst through the ice. “Don’t forget,” she said with a smirk, “I’m still a druid.”

<><><> Tiger's wagon halted sharply in front of the old building, and he came down in just a black singlet on his jean pants. He's got a stick of weed in his mouth which he kept puffing as he stared at the building It's the oldest building in Sicily, and the walls are already cracking. The rendezvous for most shady businesses in the Underworld (criminals world) Meeting The Terminator has been his target since two years ago when she began her merciless killings, but he hasn't been lucky for once despite his higher up position in the Underworld. Her face has stayed hidden, only her perfect killings speak for her. For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name

His words struck sharp, each one laced with accusation. I bit my lower lip before admitting to everything — well, almost I just made sure to talk about the things that I knew would interest him like Lennox's abilities. “And… there’s a parallel world,” I finally admitted, my heart racing. “That's where all the werewolves are. Lennox took me there once, but I have no idea how we got there. It happened too quickly.” His eyes narrowed, suddenly sharp and calculating. “A parallel world?” he echoed slowly. “What do you mean?”

But gods, the strength packed in those tiny bodies. Selene raised an eyebrow. “Alright, Luc. What’s going on?” I waved them to sit on the step below me. They obeyed, turning to face me like they knew the weight of what I was about to share. “First,” I said, “I wanted to talk to you about what’s happening across all the realms.” Selene frowned. “What do you mean, all realms? It’s just the underworld, werewolf, and human realms.” “That’s what I thought, too,” I cut in. “Until I heard about a vampire being seen in the underworld.”

It seems like he was more trained at holding them back than wielding them, at least what I've seen. "What's it like? The underworld I mean" I blurt out, unable to hide the raging curiosity "Not what you would think. Most people think it's eternal fire all around and a realm of suffering. It has a designated area for that, but social structure is similar to the werewolf world, there's a day and night of sorts-different from the sun and the moon, but still it would be considered the equivalent. There's no seasons like there are here, but it's built to cater to the biology of a demon." he says matter of factly

The corner of his lip curled so slightly, it was almost unnoticed. When he spoke, his voice was soft but there was pain in his eyes. "There was a time of peace and tranquillity in the underworld. Werewolves were distinguished by packs, Mages were united under one kingdom and so applied to the Vampires. The Werewolves were the largest in number, either born to or pledged allegiance to a pack. There were also the ones called rogues, who did not want to belong to any pack." He stood up and walked towards the window as he proceeded to speak.

" My veins were boiling with blood. It was irritating to think that they had taken me away from my father in order to insert me into this web of deviant werewolf breeding. "Where are you planning to go? Or, in your 10 years of sleep, have you forgotten? The downworlders now rule half of the world, made up of wolves and the other half of vampires. In order to destroy the bloodsuckers, we need more hybrids, more half-bloods. Your Kind, Humans, "He spit out the term as if it burned his tongue; they're all in hiding, at werewolf jails, or dead. You will die on any path that takes you outside of those doors."