We're Wolves Movie Novels & Stories

The noise echoed through the room. Charlotte didn't look back, and instead kept walking, her steps heavy with frustration. The door continued to shake from the impact, adding to the noise and making her exit even more dramatic. Trent stood tiredly in front of the bathroom mirror, his hand resting on the countertop as he splashed water onto his face. The tiny traces of blood that clung to his fingers were washed away as he rubbed his hands together under the running water. As he looked up at his reflection in the mirror, he could see the bags under his eyes and the exhaustion etched onto his face. He rubbed his forehead, feeling the throbbing pain of his hangover.

The wolves' gaze lit up when they saw food. I tried my best to stop the wolves, but we barely got to know each other. They wouldn't listen to me. I watched in horror as the wolves tore Bubbles apart from limb to limb. When Rosa arrived, she saw Bubbles being eaten alive, leaving only a few tufts of fur on the ground. "Bubbles!" She wailed and fell to the ground, grabbing onto the last few tufts of fur. She sobbed and wailed loudly for a long time before looking up at me with resentment in her eyes. "It's all your fault! You killed Bubbles!"

This felt like someone had cut her off. A sharp bolt of anger replaced the panic. She took another breath, slowing her racing thoughts. She needed information. “Where am I? Who took me? And most importantly—how do I get out?” The heavy wooden door groaned open. Willow’s head snapped up as five wolves entered the room. Rogues. She knew the scent before she even saw them—unwashed, unclean, wild. Their eyes flickered between golden and black as they studied her. But they weren’t the threat.

The larger we all grew, the less room the rogues had. I kept Lana curled up against my side as everyone settled into the cars, but she happily kept her hold on me as we pulled away from the house for what I hoped was the last time. I was ready to take her home, to give her a real house where she would be safe. Several pairs of feral wolves lined the road, watching us as we started moving. Their lean bodies and patchy fur showed just how hard they had to fight every day when living as a rogue. The scars that decorated them were worn with pride that they had survived.

she looked back at me. I stopped at her comment. "I'm joking again, when will you get that I am." she again teased. I shook my head. We made our way to the back of a small cottage. I got nervous when I saw a group of werewolves who seemed the same age as us. Young, handsome men and beautiful females. They were all sitting at a small river chatting. Their attention turn to us as they sensed us. They all got up as if they wanted to leave. "She's my brother's savior, the human I told you about years ago," Cali told them.

Connor immediately jumped ahead of us and blocked us from seeing the three werewolves straight through their furious glimmering eyes. "Beware! They were Russians." Connor muttered as he continuously trembled his wolf's jaws, trying to scare those three wolves in front of us. "What did you do to Nathan?" My wolf furiously announced to them. "Give him back!" "Oh!" The oldest wolf from them bent the corner of his lips upward shortly. "You did not hear the screaming earlier?" "What do you mean screaming?" My wolf could not help but bend the tip of my brows downwards, digging deeply into my brain if I heard another howl Ir scream aside from mine.

need to hunt for food. But could someone tell me why you would need to hunt wolves? It’s certainly not for food. They aren’t bothering cattle, because there have been no reports of any cattle being hurt or killed by them. The wolves in this area eat small game and deer. How do we know this? You also have a couple werewolf packs living amongst you. You never knew that. Did you? Werewolves are the same way. We don’t die easily, but when we do, our bodies go back to being human. That’s also for the werehawks and the werecats in your area.” Then a child, around the age of ten asked, “Is my cat a werecat?” Chloe laughed, “No. Werecats are never the housecat variety. They are usually bobcats, lyn

A key to becoming a more perfect wolf was to find out the identity of what was within, the moon goddess always named every single wolf. All of a sudden, Nicole’s interest in werewolf history, movies and what ever she could lay her hands or eye upon. Josephine was surprised with the sudden interest, rather than going out to have fun Nicole would stay back and learn more history, it was that crazy. At a point she influenced Josephine and she began taking interest in the supposed werewolf myth, most especially because Nicole kept on trying to convince Josephine that it was not a myth.

he continued, finding himself on a small ledge that led to the corridor of this tier, “there are all the other wolves. Access to the third is closed to them, therefore they are not shown there: they are afraid of my wrath. Here, - he pointed deep into the corridor, - are their rooms, in which they live. On the same level there is a common dining room and a kitchen. He noticed the surprised look of the girl. - Yes, the kitchen, do not be so surprised, we eat not only blood and human flesh. (Emily shuddered.) Don't be scared, - Jack chuckled, - I was joking ... almost. So, due to the fact that werewolves have an excellent sense of smell, we have no equal in cooking. Mike doesn't count, he's ne

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.