Novel & Cerita Wearwolf Books

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

It screamed in pain and let go of her but before it could recover, her father rammed into it and massacred the wounded creature. Another howl rent the air and it appeared to give renewed energy to beasts, who now became even more vicious in their attacks, running about wildly like mad dogs. In the rabid haze, Erin noticed that her father, Danshak, and one of the Quandagh warriors created a kind of shield around her to make sure that the evil creatures didn’t get to her. Through the fray, she could see the Prime Alpha and Olna Raven fighting back to back with their sons nearby. The entire scene looked like something out of a horrible nightmare. The more the werewolves killed the beasts, the m

Noah glanced towards the forest and shrugged, wandering off. *** Pascal's wolf form leapt, stretching his long arms and baring his claws. The Wizard of Owls shot thunderbolts at him, but Pascal teleported behind him and attacked him savagely. Boom! He crashed onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust and forming a crater. Pascal's wolf form teleported before him, panting heavily from his pointed snout. "This isn't the end," the Wizard of Owls grunted in Saxon. Pascal's wolf form moved at an extraordinary pace, standing over him menacingly.

“I’m tired of waiting around. There’s got to be something we can do.” Tatyana’s soft, plump lips caressed his lean muscular neck as she wrapped her long, slender arms around the width of his shoulders; crossing and resting them over his broad chest. “Dan said they are meeting with the professor today. I do not know of anyone else to turn to. If you do, then I will support you. We can go,” she murmured in a way that accentuated her Russian accent. He shook his head slowly. “I’ve never even thought werewolves were real... or vampires... or anything else that goes bump in the night, for that matter,” he said as he emitted a sarcastic chuckle. “I definitely didn’t associate with any nut that

Then came the rustling of leaves, the unmistakable sound of footsteps—many of them. “Rogues,” I whispered, my heart racing again, but this time not as fast as the usual times. Kael’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening on the hilt of his dagger. “No. This is something worse and tougher.” The first figure emerged from the trees—a massive wolf, its eyes glowing a sickly green. Its fur was matted with blood, its teeth bared in a snarl. It wasn’t alone. Dozens of them followed at his back, each more firece looking than the last.

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!

he commands, looking at Roark. “We began climbing down the parapet wall one by one. I was at the rear end of the line, and when I noticed some commotion by the south wall, I hung back. I saw three figures emerging from somewhere underground. They were heavily cloaked, and hoods were covering their faces, but they were Werewolves.”

"There's a leader, a human with a twisted grin. He's holding a ancient tome, bound in black leather. The cover is adorned with silver runes, pulsing with dark energy." Rosalind's vision zoomed in on the book. "The runes are a mix of human and werewolf script. I can feel the power emanating from it, a dark and malevolent force." Cathryn's voice was grim. "That's the Order's grimoire. They've been searching for it for centuries." Rosalind's vision shifted, revealing a massive army of humans and werewolves, gathered at the edge of a city. "I see an army, Mom. They're preparing to strike, to take over the world."

"The full truth." From inside his jacket, Owen pulled a worn leather book. Its pages yellowed with age, its binding cracked and failing. "This belongs to our family," he explained. "Passed down through generations. It tells of a time when wolves were divided—some following the path of the Moon Goddess, others turning to darker powers." He opened the book to a marked page. On it was a drawing that made Elias's blood run cold—a black wolf with tendrils of shadow stretching from its body, consuming everything in its path.

“That's not what I meant. It smells like an animal in heat. “It's probably just my mother's friend Cynthia. She does tarot readings at a store downtown and they burn all kinds of incense. The scent follows her like a cloud. She would be the type of woman who would wear a perfume called Eau de Wolf . Oh, that reminds me. ’ As the pasta boiled, I dragged the huge book Derek had given me from my backpack by the door and held it out to him. “My friend Derek gave me this. He's a mythology student and I think he can help me make a case to discredit Ruth... As soon as the book touched his hands, Josh threw it across the room. It hit the wall and bounced off, landing on the floor with a defiant clat