Novel & Cerita Unwanted Novel Werewolf

It's really annoying, with so many things I can forget why my book is still there. At 11pm, after eating dinner I went up to my room again. I still can't move on from the book I left behind. My Mom noticed earlier that I looked sad so I told her the reason and she said that I shouldn't be sad because she will buy me a new one. But how? Based on the publishing company announcement there will be no second batch for that book. Haysst. It’s really annoying.

I shrugged, clearly unaffected. “Should I have walked up to her and be like: ‘Hey Alice, did you know you’re my mate even though you know nothing about werewolves. I’m trying to scare you away’” My voice held a tone of frustration “She’ll find out herself. Besides, she has her parents to guide her through, I’m sure it won’t take so long” “Anyway, how are the new werewolves settling?” This was me brushing off the topic. I didn’t want to talk about it any further. Both Zara and Thaddeus sighed, shaking their heads at my indifference

My sneer draws everyone’s attention to me and since I am doing this for the ones I love, I push my hatred for the people in this room, excluding Sophie that is, and tell them what I know and learned. “Those creatures are called the undead and they are basically the undead. Werewolves brought back from to life by dark powers and by the god of death Agron. As you have already seen for yourself, they are almost impossible to kill and that’s because they are already dead and also because they have the powers of a god running through every inch of their once decaying bodies making them a formidable opponent and impossible to kill, they have no heart, empathy no moral compass...they are like puppe

A tumult broke out in the pack when a dozen werewolves walked into their territory. Their bloodthirsty expressions, their slowly approaching footsteps, and the weapons in their hands all screamed one word: rogue! The bad apples of the werewolves who got a kick out of killing their own kind! Celeste shivered as a chilling sensation ran down her spine. She turned her gaze to Kent automatically, almost as though seeking reassurance from the man. For a short second, she hoped the man didn't have anything to do with that.

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

It was a well-knit, safe community, except because I was sent away at 9. I did not know why I could not stay after my brother took over the pack. I had come around to accepting this arrangement, and I was not interested in returning, anyway. I am what they call an urban werewolf. I was greeted by Clara and Johnathan, my five-year-old niece and nephew, as soon as I reached Alpha's mansion. My brother owns the biggest house in the pack, which sometimes doubles up as a safe house and accommodates visiting guests from other packs. Beta Thomas's house is right next to it.

The fate of the werewolves and vampires hung in the balance once more, their futures entwined in a web of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of power. As the final act of the Beta's treacherous plan began to unfold, the Werewolf kingdom was thrown into chaos. Outside the kingdom walls, a false alarm was created, luring Prince Amareux away on a mission to resolve the supposed threat. It was the perfect diversion, allowing the Beta and his cohorts to capture Arayah, their poisoned prey.

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.