Werewolf Apocalypse Gifts Novels & Stories

Ashley stated with a forced smile. I couldn’t help the arrogance seeping from my own, indulging in the pure hatred coursing through her veins and flaring in her eyes as they settled on me. She approached, a red box in hand with a perfectly tied black bow. “My King.” She bowed, handing her gift over. Loosening the ribbon and opening the box, my blood running cold that I felt it solidify in my veins. Everyone gasped in horror, causing an uproar in the crowd. Because what she presented violated the rules set for humans and aroused the fury of werewolves.

They all wish me a happy birthday and I thank them all for the well wishes and the food. Breakfast is a long affair. I am pretty sure every unmated she-wolf of age in my pack came by to wish me a happy birthday. Still nothing. Chase comes and sits beside me. “Happy birthday Alpha.” He hands me a gift wrapped box. “Before you open it, I expect you to share this when we find our mates.” I open the box to find WhistlePig, The Boss Hog VII. A $1000 bottle of whiskey.

Wendall was an excellent fighter, but to beat Amon, we were going to need him to have a superpower. I grabbed the Elder's Council scroll from the wall and read each vampire's name and their gifts. Elder Elizabeth: Posses the gift of mind control. Hmm. Viktor and I both have that gift. I needed something stronger. Elder Christof: Possess the gift of superhuman strength. Hmm, this could work, but Martin also has this gift. Elder Simon: Possess the gift of speed and accelerated healing. We needed accelerated healing, but I wanted something that would be useful in an all-out blood bath, not the aftermath. Although, it was good to note for later.

There, she finally found what I'd left for her. Inside were property deeds in her name, contracts for several shops as gifts, the most secure gold investments, and a handwritten letter from me. Lily ripped the letter open in her excitement. Fat teardrops rolled down her cheeks, splattering onto the paper. I told her I'd taken care of everything for her. She wasn't a maid anymore. Now, she was a free werewolf, able to go wherever she wanted and had nothing holding her back. I also warned her not to rush into finding a mate.

Walked around him, he didn't even turn around. - Quicker. Brandon called. - This is your handiwork? pointed to the man. - Power of persuasion. After some time, he will come to his senses and remember nothing. Don't worry, the gift doesn't work on wolves. My heart immediately felt lighter. If we ever dare to oppose the vampires, then such a gift would give them a clear advantage over us, would help them win. Nature again did not fail, creating another counterweight, taking care of the absence of impact on the wolves.

“I mean...on my second night here, I saw Griffin embrace his mate that's apparently been dead for eighty years. Then my wolf suddenly surfaced and tried to kill me.” “She didn't try to-“ “And then I learned that I'm not just a wolf, I'm a Lycan, and my best friend was secretly trying to poison my wolf to death. Some kind of ghost thing attacked me in your catacombs. Your wolf tried to buy back my affections with a...a-“ “Blood gift,” he helps me out. “Okay. That. Do you know how strange that is? Wolves bringing their mates gifts. That doesn't happen.”

I didn't give him anytime to recover, quickly sending blow after blow to his body before he slumped to the floor. I bent over him and grabbed the front of his shirt. I lifted him up completely off the ground and turned around slowly, then stopped and look him in the eyes. "You wanted it over and now at last it is." Then with every ounce of strength I had left in me, along with all the pain and grief his line of vampires had caused me, and I tossed Jackson away from me. His body flew through the air to be impaled through his chest by pieces of shattered wood as he landed on a heap of discarded lumber.

I looked behind her and noticed Arica, Melissa, and Steph all smiling. I open the package, and inside is a black teddy, and when I look closer, there is no crotch. I put my hands up close to my mouth and gasp. "Oh, my god, you girls. They are crotchless. What are you trying to do? Kill me." I softly whisper, so the boys don't hear me, but I can't get away with it because there are werewolves here and vampires. "Ooh, they will love it." I heard Xavier say while catching Steph's hands in his.

She regretted stealing those keys but they were masterpieces she never wished to part with. "I'm so scared, Hellen." Gina admitted, walking towards Hellen. She dipped her hand into the can and grabbed a biscuit then bit it. "I don't know what I should do. I'm not sure I'll be able to stab Cole. I don't want to take someone's life but it seems to be only option I have. I can't lose Liana or my keys."

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.