War Freak Novels & Stories

I don’t want him to think he can scare the gay out of me, or that this is some curable phase. I want him to know, along with the rest of the world, that I’m not going to live in fear anymore. The irony is that I’m still too afraid to properly move back in. In my defence, I’m taking it one problem at a time. Right now, Kiki is my top priority. Speak of the devil.

Freya "Gwarkk! Gwarrk!" I gently caress my stomach as I continued vomiting all the food that I ate tonight. I don't know why but lately I've been always feeling dizzy that I just want to lay down on the bed all day. I also noticed that my stomach doesn't seem to like what I'm eating because I keep on vomiting it, especially every morning after my breakfast. I don't have any idea what's happening to my body and somehow it makes me feel anxious. I want to go and see the pack doctor but I'm still contemplating whether to do it or not because to be honest, I'm scared. What if I have a serious illness? That's impossible though, werewolves don't catch any illnesses but still, there's at least a on

He told me how he had gone through their high voodoo process and had seen an old deathly man called Rafiki. “So that’s it,” he ended. I stared at a far wall trying to process what the fuck was going on. He looked at me worried. “I somehow feel like this is my fault,” he said, meaning it. It was too early for him to start this whole Superman routine thing. “Stop Zayn.” I moved closer to him trying to calm him down. He was clearly worked up. I looked up at his face with my brow curving in a frown. My hands touched his trying to draw his attention but he looked away, shading the worry on his face.

His actions have so far defied what I believe I know about the Werewolves. Despite that, I’m reluctant to trust him. Werewolves are not to be trusted. Everybody knows that. They don't have magic. They gained entry into Altair–a safe haven for all magical beings–after being banished from human society, by using trickery and subterfuge. Our children are taught to stay away from the Cursed Ones. We're told stories, taught rhymes, ballads and songs about the dangers of trusting a Cursed One from a very young age. In schools, the Werewolf rebellion is taught as a cautionary tale. We are made to learn all the finer points of the treaty that the Werewolves were made to sign once the rebellion was q

as his body contorted. "No. No." She moaned in denial as skin she'd touched and tasted morphed into shaggy fur. Not men. Not human. Impossible. Just like Carlie, Joel and Kendrick shape-shifted into something else, something feral and frightening. Werewolves. Unlike her sister, who inspired no fear, the wolves and jaguars fighting in the cleared ring did. And with good reason. They attacked each other like wild animals, tearing and clawing at each other. Blood flowing, yet being ignored in favor of more of the biting and wounding.

Putting the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, she turned the shower on. Because of the excitement, she was ready in fifteen minutes. She sat in the living room, going through her F******k news feed. It was boring as usual. Most of her friends lived in the same old small town so she knew things before they were posted. There were lots of people posting about others and other annoying things. Marcus who'd moved to a big city and possibly become stupid had posted photos of him with two semi nude women in his arms. He was always posting photos with the two of them and they were all in some kind of relationships. How silly!

she giggled. As soon as I started the ignition, I smelt Valko and Duran heading towards us. “Can we get a ride, too?” Valko asked. “You can walk,” Velma snickered. “Good morning to you too, little sis,” Valko laughed as he hopped in the back with Duran. Valko and I were best friends, even though he was two years older than me. He was a little slow academically, so he had been held back twice. Duran, however, was a newbie in our pack. My father found him beaten and left for dead a few years ago. My father took him back to our packhouse and our doctor nursed him back to health. Duran explained to us that his pack was attacked by a rogue army and everyone was killed. He escaped because he was t

"Why?" "They say I can't play with them! My uncle doesn't let me play with them! He will scold me!" Thora doesn't quite understand what her situation was like? Why will someone stop a child from playing? "The doctor's...they say I am sick! If I get hurt...I don't heal." "You are a human?" Thora asked trying to guess what it was,when the girl moves her head in a no. "No...I am werewolf but I am sick.... moongoddess hates me...so she made me sick."

The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some beginners to face the Silver-haired wolf pack. Now Aza and Nelson are alone against the White Tiger who is in Warcraft level two intermediate. Three levels above the Silver Haired Wolf which was a level one Warcraft. The arrow that Aza misses because the White Tiger has a high defense power, but it is different from the wind knife that Nelson will shoot. Sreet! The roar of the White Tiger echoed one kilometer from the place, making several birds that were relaxing on the tree trunk leaving the tree afraid that their next target would be them.

The other guy quickly endured the pain to pursue her again. "Help! Please assist me! Someone, please assist me!" Anne ran, clutching her coat and yelling for help. Her screams were drowned out by the sound of construction machinery from the next-door construction site, and no one could hear her. The furniture on the shelves fell everywhere while the two struggled, causing Anne to run and fall again. The man's claws are closing in on Anne, and his hair hides most of his face. But the frenzied expression terrified Anne, who was determined not to fall into his hands again. Someone or something appeared to have knocked him down as that monstrous hand was about to grab Anne again. Anne paused for