Werewolf Among Us Novels & Stories

The security of each and every werewolf versus the potential for a more coordinated, open world? "You don't need to choose alone, Sheila," Kloss said delicately, squeezing against my side. "All of us are in the same boat." I glanced around at our partners. Thorne, the human tracker who had turned into a confided in companion, gestured seriously. Tooth, the wild she-wolf who had driven the underground opposition, stood tall and pleased. Furthermore, there were others - wolves from various packs, people who had battled close by, all of us standing by to hear what I would agree.

Despite my frailty, the former alpha female's aura still commanded respect. "Luna, may the moon bless your union," she said, her voice trembling but joyful. Dominic knelt before my grandmother, a gesture of profound respect rarely shown by alphas outside their own bloodline. He listened attentively as she shared traditional pack wisdom and blessings, showing no impatience despite the ceremony's interruption. The gathered pack members, sensing the shift in power dynamics, began offering congratulations. "The alpha and his mate are truly moon-blessed!" "Who claimed the she-wolf had no mate? Her alpha merely arrived with the hunter's moon rising!"

Third Person's POV The soldiers were werewolves from the Western Tribes. Ulrik had this gut feeling that the Western Tribes' wolves were out to get Velda. It probably had something to do with the shady treaty-signing at Bloodscar Border. He said he believed it, but deep down, he still had doubts. "Velda, come back!" Ulrik shouted, trying to chase after her. But he was stuck in the heat of battle, hacking and slashing, with no chance to even glance at Velda again.

He spots Jimmie and pauses. “Good to see you back on your feet, pup,” he says with a small, rare smile. “Thank you, Franco,” Jimmie replies softly. But Franco’s smile fades quickly. He turns to me, jaw clenched. “There’s been another attack. Midnight Reaper. This time it’s worse.” I stiffen. “Midnight Reaper?” Jimmie echoes. “What is that?” Franco answers, “A rogue. A sick psycho werewolf. Killing humans.” “Nadia?” Jimmie asks again.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the werewolf pack gathered in the heart of Luka's territory, their eyes ablaze with determination. Ardolf, a towering figure with a mane of jet-black fur, exchanged a knowing glance with Brian, his trusted lieutenant. Athena, with her sleek silver coat and piercing amber eyes, stood by their side, ready for the impending battle. Behind them, the rest of their pack, a formidable force of loyal warriors, awaited the signal.

I didn’t have to look around to know that the same expression of hopelessness was present on every other rogue in the arena, and beyond. Because as my signal, the howl of a single wolf could be heard, and felt, by every single Werewolf in the area. And it wasn’t just any wolf who had come calling. It was the howl of one particular wolf, one who they all instinctively knew without knowing how. One that promised death to any whose crimes called for it. The Silver Myst had arrived.

"You don't seem to me as a deaf person, so I suppose that you must have heard when I told you that the person you're requesting of is my slave… except if you're requesting for another Hillary, and not Hillary Hunter." "Well, I've heard from my sources that you've taken her as your slave and I'm not going to be unreasonable about this. So, I'm here to make you an offer." I smiled, regardless of the loud thumping of my heart. "I'm all ears, Mr. Alpha." "For nearly nighteen years, my pack have been resisting your rule. We consist of almost three hundred healthy werewolves and we are highly resourceful." "So what is the offer?" I asked impatiently.

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.

I twisted it into a bun and then took a step back to admire myself. I saw a woman whom I vaguely recognized as Kim Russell, raised by a single mother in the Cincinnati projects, who worked forty hours a week doing customer service for a shit boss making shit money. Glimpses of Kim Russell looked back at me, but I supposed that I was no longer that woman. I was now an undead Council member, wife to Paul Kinninsky, pack Leader to The Wolf Pack, the only known werewolf pack in the States, bound to Alexis, Elder vampire in exile. I was also the Master to tens of thousands of people—both dead and alive. Oops! Forgot to put on deodorant. Damnit, I cursed as I ran it under my arms trying not to get

"Rosh, how many packs of werewolves are living in our area?" I asked Rosh out of my curiosity. "Why?" Rosh asked. "I am just wondering if there is another pack that caused the incident in the amusement park." I replied. "Well, I am sure some Rogues are responsible for this." Rosh replied. "Rogues?" I asked him. "Rogues are wolves that were exiled by the pack." Rosh replied. "Exiled? How?" I was really curious to learn more.