We're Wolves Movie Novels & Stories

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

I let go of that thought and returned to the house. My sisters were all sitting downstairs watching a werewolf film. They love documentaries. My dad never let us watch anything that involved vampires, witchcraft, and werewolves, but Mom, on the other hand, let us watch anything we wanted as long as Dad didn't find out. I sit next to Gaia, asking what was missed while outside. Gaia pauses the TV, staring, looking annoyed by my question. “ I'm not going to keep telling you what happened. Lena, Dad will be getting off soon. We don't have time to stop and catch you up. “ I slide down into my seat, saying sorry. I'm not even in the mood to argue at this point. Torrine rolls her eyes and says, “Yo

I have seen better. His while group follows, launching at us. Amelia and Janny maintain their stance, fighting off the rogues with ease, while I stand still and watch the movie like action scene. Bigger wolves emerged from behind the trees tearing the rogues apart like hunks of meat. Austens pack. Amelia nudes Janny's side as a big, brown fur wolf advance towards us and they both hurry off to God knows where. Really. His green eyes are enough to let me know who it is. Austen.

The other two wolves emerged from behind the mansion, their fur a darker, more foreboding shade that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. The three wolves padded towards Nicholas, their eyes fixed on their Alpha with a deep, unwavering loyalty. As they drew closer, they fell into step before him, their howls merging with his in a chorus of sorrow and defiance. Together, the four werewolves stood as one, their voices echoing through the night, a testament to their unbreakable bond and their shared commitment to their pack.

And we were done running. We were wolves. And wolves don’t kneel.

The fierce claw Pack wolves could smell the rival gang before they could see them, and Matt knew the Dark Crescent wolves could sense their arrival as well. He watched as Clark began to run even faster, as if he would be able to tear the concrete walls down with his bare hands if it meant getting to trivia faster. Having heard the rumors of what the Dark Crescent wolves do to omegas, he could not blame Clark for his hasty alpha-driven decision making. He wanted trivia back too. They reached another wing of the building that was blocked. Clark began ramming his body into the heavy wooden doors, in a desperate attempt to try to rip them open. Steve and Fernandez joined in and the astronomica

Steam curled between us, carrying the rich scent of coffee that did little to settle the unease sitting in my chest. Valerian giggled at the television, completely absorbed, and for a moment I let myself breathe in that normalcy before it slipped away again. Jessica glanced at him, then back at me. “He’s doing okay?.” I nodded, taking a sip of my coffee. “To him, it was just noise and people running around.” I added. “And to you?” I met her gaze. “It was wrong.” She didn’t ask what I meant. She just waited. “The wolves who attacked,” I continued, lowering my voice, “they weren’t rogues. You saw how they moved. They followed formation, took positions, watched each other’s blind spots. Rogues

Snow guided and that is exactly what I did as I slid beneath the huge wolf’s body and grabbed his hind legs before swirling him around and throwing him over the other two wolves so that they went crashing down the peak. “It was fun watching that kind of action and drama,” Snow remarked. “I wish I had popcorn too,” she lamented making me chuckle. “It was not a movie, Snow,” I answered amused. “Yeah ! It was more of a trailer. Now that you killed 9 rogues, this place will surely be under the scanner. You should burn their bodies before anyone deduces their murderer,” Snow urged. “You are right but what about the wolves that I threw down the waterfall ?” I asked worriedly as I peered down the c

Without hesitation, Blaze leaps into the fray, his fur bristling with fury as he launches himself at the nearest rogue, teeth flashing in a display of primal dominance. Alexa and Dexter, their own wolf form a blur of motion and grace, and join Blaze in the fight, their movements fluid and coordinating as they engage the rogues with a fierce determination. Alexa's sleek black fur glistens in the moonlight as she dances around her opponents, her agility a testament to her skill in combat. Dexter, a massive gray wolf with eyes as sharp as flint, moved with calculated precision, his strength a formidable force to be reckoned with.