Wearwolf Shows Novels & Stories

He quickly carried the body of the wild boar on his shoulder, intending to hide the carcass of this wild boar in a discreet place, and then slowly dispose of it. However, as soon as Adam saw the carcass of the wild boar, he left. A hunter chased after him, suddenly shouting. “Don't let it run away. This is a werewolf, we must beat it to death. In the town, the head of a wolf as big as this, should at least be exchanged for several hundred gold coins.”

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 seemed that the five werewolves were fighting two other werewolves who were attacking fiercely. One of the werewolves had gray fur that almost resembled silver when exposed to the reflected light from the flames. My heart jumped inside my chest because I saw her in the Valdivian forest a few weeks ago. It was Vincent's wolf. My body was trembling because of the relief and fear that was raging at this moment. I tried to squint my eyes to identify the brown wolf attacking with the wolf Vincent, for a moment I thought it was Alex. But after seeing the different shape I realized it was Jake's wolf, even though they were both brown but lighter in color than Alex's wolf.

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

He focused on the two parties who didn't seem to sense him lurking nearby. The Vanderwolf boy screamed as he extended his hands and shoved the girl, causing her to lose balance and tumble into the stream. The she-wolf let out a howl and leaped to her feet. “I might not be able to transform completely, but I've still got these,” she stated, baring her sharp canines. Stanley was impressed, and a bit turned on. “Don't forget about these,” she added, displaying her hands with her glittering talons that looked hungry for flesh.

Watching her wolf, my mate, my heart swelled with pride. Her wolf was relentless, going on a killing spree without mercy. Its white fur was now dyed with blood, making it look like an angel of death. The creatures, once a threat, were now all completely annihilated. When we thought it was all over, her wolf turned towards us, its violent eyes staring deep into our soul. The wolf took a step forward, a low growl rumbling from its chest. Intense cold prickled against my skin, pure dread washing over me. Looking into its eyes, I knew this wasn’t Phoebe, this was a beast that derived joy from dominating.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

Wolf faces, styled to resemble ideograms. ‘Wonderful workmanship’. The dirk is in my hand before I turn, but it’s just Ronn. I right my stance as I lower the blade but I don’t sheath it. Whenever I see him, tall and threatening in his ash cloak, I see the silver wolven that attacked us in the woods, who dumped us in a storage hut. The feeling had subsided after we returned from the Fortress. But of late, it doesn’t help that he’s accompanied by that grey wolf wherever he goes.

He pulled back. His hands framed my face. "What happened?" I looked at him. "I remembered." His expression changed. "Everything?" "Not everything." I looked at the fortress walls. "But enough." A horn sounded. Draven turned. The smile disappeared from his face. Outside the fortress— Thousands of wolves stood beneath the moon. But they weren't ordinary wolves. Their fur was white. Their eyes glowed silver. And every single one wore the same symbol. A crescent moon carved into their armor.

The Storm Pack warriors used their superior tactics to their advantage, flanking the rogues and cutting them off from each other. As I watched from the shadows, I saw the head rogue charge a storm pack warrior with a snarl, their bodies colliding with a sickening thud. They grappled fiercely, their teeth snapping inches from each other's throats. The head rogue managed to land a powerful blow, sending the werewolf sprawling; without hesitation, the head rogue then followed up with a vicious bite to the wolf's throat. Its body went limp in a few moments.