Until Dawn Werewolf Novels & Stories

Chapter 76 Bryan’s POV By the time I finished explaining everything I knew to Torey, he was ready to rush over with Eva, both frantic about their daughter. Not knowing the full situation made it difficult; we would have to wait until Luara woke up to get the complete picture. Like me, Torey’s wolf was furious, craving blood. It was late, and in the early hours of the morning I had phoned him, barely sleeping as I went back and forth between the pack infirmary. I managed a small amount of rest the following evening.

I said after knowing that the person at the door was Aurora. “Good morning, hope you have a beautiful night” Aurora said as she pushed open the with a bright smile on her face. “Good morning, I had a wonderful night” I said, even though my night was the opposite of wonderful. I had a terrible night dreaming about Dawson and how he had conspired with Ariel, and I woke up with a scream. I was glad that I wasn't that loud, all rooms in the pack are lightly soundproof since werewolves are highly sensitive to noise and smell.

“I don’t know how to stop it, Damon.” “You can’t. Not alone. But you can lead them through it.” --- Scene 6: The Dawn Howl At dawn, Liora climbed the Sanctuary’s highest spire. Wolves gathered below, their fur glistening in the newborn light. “Tonight may have been the last night of peace,” she said. “But the Mother Wolf’s legacy will not end with me. I swear on the moon itself: I will not let this world fall to shadow… or to light.” She threw back her head and howled. One by one, the wolves joined her—light and shadow intertwined in a single, thunderous chorus.

Allison P.O.V. ‘Girl, you need to wake up now! Our mate is here.’ Dawn says in my mind. It’s still really weird. Sharing my mind and body with someone else. She has been explaining everything about werewolves and how it all works while I’ve been out, but it’s still foreign to me. I was a simple human girl, who was running from her abusive ex husband, trying to start anew, and now? Now I’m some rare supernatural being, who can change into a wolf whenever I feel like it. That is so crazy to me. And then there’s the whole mate part. Dawn says I am going to have a soulmate, which is someone who will never hurt me. Someone who will love me, protect me and help me heal. It all sounds nice, but I a

In the moonlit night that graced the small window of the cottage, Alpha George, a towering brown werewolf with fur as dark as the shadows, emerged from the dense woods. His eyes glowed with fierce intensity, revealing the primal rage that consumed him. His snout, stained with the blood of his recent prey, reflected the ferocity of his existence. Across the cottage, Diana sensed the impending threat.

Lyra woke up early the next morning, the weight of the previous night’s conversation still fresh in her mind. Her mother’s warnings about the elders and Elias’ reassuring words echoed in her thoughts as she stared out of the window, watching the dawn break across the horizon. The air was crisp and cool, the sky slowly turning from dark to light, signaling the beginning of another day. Lyra knew this day would be different. It marked the arrival of the pack’s elders, the most influential figures in the entire werewolf community, and they would be coming to assess her.

Quickly, I turned around in the direction of the noise but just as I was about to rush outside, a big brown hairy wolf rushed into the room. I didn’t need to look at it twice to know that it was Dawn and from how crazed her eyes were, I deduced that her wolf had smelt the pungent rotten-flesh like smell associated with these vampires, and because she wasn’t used to how our world worked, her wolf had immediately gone into attack mode after sensing the presence of another predator.

A large mirror appeared in front of me. I was pinned in a hidden corner behind it. The sounds started quickly. Two figures tumbled onto the bed. Serena tore open Ethan's white shirt. "Come on, let me see if you still have those abs. I've been dying for this." Ethan glanced at me through the mirror, then turned back to Serena. "You know I'm not Caleb. You never give me much time. Two days from now you won't be mine anymore. So tonight, can we pretend this is our wedding night?"

Due to its fierce energy, everyone almost kneeled in pain, covering their ears trying to save their eardrums from damage too bad, the roar was powerful enough to even attack their inner core—their nuclei. 1... 2... 8 roars in total. Eight powerful roars filled with power. In the eighth roar, Megan couldn't take the damage and directly fainted, while Ken coughed some blood. When it finally ended, everything went back to silence. “...What the hell was that?” Gracea asked, expression grave. Megan fainted and can't give them a definite answer, so they turned on Twilight. “It's a... high-level zombie, probably a monarch zombie.”

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until