Warewolf Story Novels & Stories

Moon closed his eyes to block the tears in his eyes from falling. "Kurgi and I were hunted for a couple hundred years before meeting up with Anatashi and her pack. She invited us in with arms wide open. We stayed and life settled down for us. Not too long after, at least for us, maybe a couple centuries later, we started hearing rumors of another wolf foolishly challenging Nature. The Dark Alpha of Sakura," he looked Rex dead in the eyes, not allowing him to look away, he continued speaking,

I realized it seemed Alpha Deucalion and his men had started the war with Bazaar. "There are werewolves attacking each other!" one yelled. The gate opened and I saw it was a good sign for me to enter the gate along with them. I ran from behind the tree and blend in with them. I hid behind a large barrel before they could spot me. "Let Bazaar know what is happening," a werewolf protector tells another guard after hearing what had happened.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

“What do you mean? I didn't know you were searching about that?” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It just happened. My wolf told me a story and I just have to find out. I found a book about them—the Silver Wolves. They were worshipped, Zara. Practically gods among wolves. They protected others, healed the sick, and stopped wars before they could begin. But then… something changed. They went from being revered to being hunted. I don't know how to why. The records are incomplete,”

The tunnels called them subjects. My hands ached where the collar heat had blistered my palms. I flexed my fingers once and forced my mind back to the immediate problem. “Can Voss activate anything from the war vault?” I asked. “Yes,” Elias whispered. “If the old core still works.” “What old core?” He opened his eyes. “The first wolf they built.” A cold silence followed. Caleb stood slowly. “Built how?” Elias looked at him with something like pity. “Badly.”

They saw the **Vespera**. "**[RECOGNIZED: PRIMARY ENTITY VESPERA,]**" the white wolf buzzed, its body half-dissolved. "**[INITIATING: TOTAL SUBMISSION PROTOCOL.]**" The machine-wolves didn't fight back. They knelt. They bowed their heads to the ground. They weren't fighting me anymore because I was their **Original Code**.

The supply came late that night because some of the workers were sick or they were just drunk and didn't think that their job was important. The inventory notes should be taken as usual and we ran out of men so I guarded the outside perimeter of the warehouse while my partner checked the inventory inside the warehouse. Alas! There was a war wolf type of rogue werewolf wandering in the night nearby. It was just strange that it dared to come near the camp so close. It might be losing its mind so it couldn't think straight that it could be killed if it came near the camp. I smelled it when it came to attacking me as I quickly drew my sword and stuck it in its direction. It died suddenly and its

I cringed, not wanting to have the answer confirmed. “Someone broadcast that a white wolf was coming to Quantico.” “They were here to kill me?” “Kidnap. The white wolf brings power and success to a pack.” “Oh my God. They are so stupid.” “Esmerelda.” Now, Ghost’s voice was as grave as my father’s. “The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.”

It was just a runt, its fur matted with dust and its ribs showing through its skin. It looked at me with deep, soulful brown eyes. "Kael?" I whispered. The wolf didn't answer. It just walked over and rested its heavy head on my lap. I reached out and touched its fur. It was warm. It was real. But as I looked down at his neck, my heart stopped. There was no violet light. But there was a small, black tattoo of a QR code, perfectly inscribed into his skin. And from the darkness of the valley below, a thousand red eyes blinked open. The Architects weren't dead. They were just changing the hardware.

For one, if John was indeed going to teach this guy how to be a werewolf, which he most certainly couldn’t do, he might as well not let his butler be the one to bring up the history. And it was a rather shameful one, for anyone who considered themselves a decent person. Or at least, that’s what he thought. “Okay... Where to start...?” he said, mostly to himself, still a little uncertain as to how to put it all in words. And hopefully not boring the other person or offending him. But in hindsight, he thought, this situation was indeed better than if he would tell it later. “So,” he started. “the two races are from humans who were blessed by the Moon Goddess with her magic. Or at least, that’s