Wait Werewolves Exist Mga Nobela at Kwento

he revealed which surprised the human. “You mean… those from myths? How do you even know they’re real?” ‘Because I am a werewolf.’ Tyr answered in his head but immediately brush it off, afraid that Zane might hear his unspoken words again. Instead, he tore a piece of his cloth to casually wrap it around his classmate’s arm to stop the bleeding. Zane just let the other guy aid his arm as he is starting to feel the sting from the scratch. “Zeev and I moved in Tilbury to hunt rogues as they are very dangerous to humans. That’s why we are always out here during full moons because they are uncontrollable during those times,” he honestly told.

When the werewolves occupied the land, humans were either killed or chose to surrender and be their slaves. Werewolves are not needed in the biological ecosystem concept, they’re just an intruder. Werewolves have no mercy, they’re filthy creatures who prey on someone’s fear. All the more reason to kill and abolish their whole existence. “Well, the front phase of this old marketplace has a huge gate and of course, we will not go there.” I get a piece of paper and draw a mini-map to explain where we are entering. “How about our weapons?” Rendall asked while staring at the map I drew.

I wasn't in any hurry to go drum up a fight with anyone using real magic. "Wolves don't have telekinesis." "I never said they did." "Telekinesis isn't real," Lewis piped up out of nowhere, surprising me enough to have me staring at him in sheer shock, "Well, it isn't! That's something in comic books. It doesn't exist in real life." "Werewolves exist in real life. Witches exist in real life. You don't believe in telekinesis? Wait. Are you one of those guys who doesn't believe in extraordinary abilities but does believe in ghosts?"

“Talk this out? He erased my memory! That’s not something you just… talk out!” Adrian shot me a look that could kill. I ignored it. “Rose, look...there’s a lot you don’t know. Adrian didn’t do it to hurt you.” She folded her arms, glaring between us. “Then explain. Someone better start making sense.” I sighed, stepping forward. “Fine. Here’s the truth. Vampires and werewolves aren’t bedtime stories. They’re real. And for centuries, there was a treaty between humans and wolves...to protect both sides. Only government officials and Alpha leaders know it still exists.”

In the depth forests far away from the human society they was a area of pack wolves they were called dynasty pack ,this pack was one of the most powerful packs of wolves they were not underestimated mainly because they had strong alphas followed by betas even the omega's knowns as weak and frail were a bit strong in this place you can see strong, beautiful and delicate buildings which didn't lose to buildings of that of humans you can see the werewolves in their human forms,strong, beautiful and handsome this site was busy like a market and everyone was minding their own business that was until a boy about eighteen- nineteen came in the picture.

"No, Del, you know what you're going to do is very wrong." "Delaphine," Junior again called her. "I'm coming, give me a sec," Delaphine told him. "You don't have to come, Delaphine," said to me. "Werewolves can kill you," I tried to talk her out of going. "Werewolves don't normally come out during the day time there mostly out during the night," she told me. Werewolves truly did mostly come out at night to hunt us. During the daytime, it seems they rested saving their energy for the night.

But if it was possible… As the search results populated the screen, I clicked on the first article that caught my eye, hoping it would shed some light on my problem. Article 1: The Mythology of Werewolves 'Werewolves, also known as lycanthropes, are mythical creatures that appear in folklore and legends across various cultures. The transformation into a werewolf is typically associated with the full moon, although variations exist in different traditions. The exact methods of becoming a werewolf vary, but common themes include being bitten by an existing werewolf, a curse, or practising dark magic. The notion of werewolves congregating in packs is prevalent in many legends, often in remote o

I looked at each of them slowly. “What if I told you there was another way?” The youngest blinked. “What way?” “Leave.” They stared at me like I’d just suggested flying. “You’re joking,” one of the others said. “I’m not.” I leaned forward slightly. “Join us.” The tallest wolf narrowed his eyes. “Us?” “We have wolves,” I said. “And vampires.” That got their full attention. “Vampires?” the seventeen-year-old blurted. “You’re fighting with vampires?”

"My father claims I'm delusional. That I believe in things that don't exist. He's partially right—I do believe in things most humans think are fantasy. But they're not fantasy. They're real." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. "Werewolves are real. Vampires are real. Many supernatural species exist alongside humanity, and they have for thousands of years. I know this because I am one. I'm a werewolf. An Alpha Queen, specifically." The room exploded. Reporters shouting, cameras flashing, chaos erupting.

I wanted to know what they really wanted from Maya before I decided on what I would do for them. “How is that even possible?” I asked again. I just can't believe it. They were real werewolves. Chester shrugged his shoulders. “And why can’t that be possible?” he asked. “Because all of you disappeared a hundred years ago,” I replied. “Apparently we did not,” Shaun said. “Werewolves still exist in this world, we did not disappear during the war. Most of us just simply found a place where we can live peacefully. Far from vampires, far from humans. A blissful home, you can call it paradise, a fantasyland or whatever you may call it. It's home for us. But no one knows where it is. It took us years