Werewolf 5 Novels & Stories

“Can you do this?” A hard wipe of a sleeve. “Yeah. Okay.” They stepped—two fire teams, bounding overwatch—under the dark skirts of the trees. The first hit fell. A massive werewolf dropped from the branches like a boulder of fur and teeth, smashing into Linda. Claws tore armour like paper. She screamed, hands scrabbling at slick hide. “Help me!” Tara’s scream ripped free as the others opened up—muzzles strobing the gloom. Rounds thudded; the beast barely flinched. It bit, wrenched—Linda’s trachea came away in its jaws; a red arc painted the pavement.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

I sprang back up, but my arm numbed from a loud slap delivered by another werewolf. I struck back with double the force and quickly dodged as they circled me, their breaths heavy, excitement sour-sweet on the air. Kaiden. Tomas. Jack. Lorren. John. Five werewolves of noble blood. Bloody traitors who dared attack their queen. All five had their scents masked. With twisted grins, they watched me, ready to pounce, their anticipation leaking out in harsh breaths and pulsing pheromones. I raised my hand, lifting it into the air, then slammed it back into the ground with a thunderous crash. The forest shook; dirt and decay burst upward.

The floor trembled with the footsteps of Five Head. Steve, Emma and Marcus ran out of the office and headed farther across the hall. “There has got to be a way to fight off that thing” Steve said. “Runing away is not going to solve anything.” “I got a look at its anatomy,” Emma said. “It is still that of a werewolf but modified,” “What where the changes?” Steve asked as they ran. “It has five hearts,” Emma answered. “Did you say five hearts?” Marcus asked in utter disbelief. “How is that even possible?”

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

Was I? The bond pulsed, and I felt my answer flow back to him: Get up. You're not done yet. On the monitor, Kael's head snapped up. His eyes found the camera found me, somehow and I swear he nodded. Then he moved. The last creature didn't stand a chance. Kael hit it like a freight train, jaws closing on its skull with a crack that echoed through the speakers. It dropped, twitching, and went still. Five bodies. Five dead werewolves. And Kael standing in the middle of the carnage, breathing hard, blood dripping from his muzzle and side.

If anything, the True North wolves and the South wolves have been enemies for a while, too. A triple Strike. Air, water and ice, against fire and Earth. The five elements of the Werewolf realm clashed under the Blood Moon. With the arrival of the south wolves, most of the plans made had gone under the dust. Vulcan was supposed to take care of Alpha Killian and Ronan, while Kaden would take care of Ethan and Orion - the Beta of the Wavecrest, but now Vulcan would have to go against three Alphas, and that was more than overwhelming, and Kaden would have to take care of three Betas, too.

He looked at the panting messenger rushing toward them. "Kill her? No." Solanke said. Death was too easy for Velda. The wolf, covered in dark red blood but grinning triumphantly, reported, "We've captured eighteen and killed the rest." Solanke slowly reached out and caught a snowflake. It melted in his palm. Then, as if performing a ritual, he closed his eyes for a moment, opened them sharply, and declared, "All Western Tribes' werewolves, withdraw from Darkclaw Town."