Werewolf Apocalypse Gifts Novels & Stories

Amber’s POV . Lily made sure to keep me beside her all the time at the same time, I too made sure to stick around her like a shadow. I had already found those werewolves in the party but I was not sure whether they were here just for the reason of having fun or had any hideous plan. I was surprised when I found that the birthday girl was herself a werewolf. I was sure she would have sensed my wolf as well. “Happy Birthday, Aurora.”, Lily wished her and handed over a small gift to her.

I then walked around the apartment taking note on what had been touched. They had rifled through my suitcase. I gave a wry smile; they were in for a disappointment. I wore granny panties and tight sports bras. My weapons trunk had been opened but nothing was missing. I had a lot in my little arsenal; the swords and knives were all there. I was picking up the grenades tomorrow from a supplier I had to pay a small fortune to in order to get him to deliver, and the guns with ammo were still in the bottom, locked in their specific compartment. I could tell they had looked at my box of silver bullets. If it was a human that broke in here, he would be confused. If it was a wolf, they woul

They came with baskets filled with fresh apples, oranges, berries, and also handmade cards and aromatic healing herbs. Cara attended to them, assuring them that he was going to wake up soon. She welcomed them warmly, thanking them for their thoughtful gifts. "We're all praying for him and hoping his wolf gives him strength to wake up," an elderly frail woman said. Xavier walked in with his friends, bragging to the elders with an upturned nose and puffed-out chest that they didn't need to worry about Axton and that he was going to take his place for now. "Can you stop it, Xavier?" Elder Timothy snapped.

He smiled, appreciating their support and their clever way of honoring his order while still expressing their joy. As the night continued, the time came for the opening of gifts. Avla was overwhelmed by the generosity of her new family, each present a thoughtful token of acceptance and affection. The younger members of the pack presented her with playful and creative gifts. Jaxon, a mischievous young wolf, handed her a personalized sketchbook filled with whimsical illustrations of pack life. Cara, a talented seamstress, offered a hand-stitched quilt, each square representing a member of the pack.

The food was yummy, people filled up their bellies, some couldn't even get up after eating and drinking so much. Eventually, when the night was winding down, the vampires presented a gift to the werewolves as a token of their alliance and appreciation for everything they had done to help them. It was a large wooden plaque with their Clan's symbol and a message of friendship. Alpha Marcellus and his Pack were delighted with the gift and thanked the Vampires profusely. The night ended with a grand farewell, and the werewolves departed with smiles on their faces. They had made a strong bond with the vampires and felt proud of their accomplishment.

Beta Collin chuckled with his eyes on Damon, and that was all the confirmation I needed. They definitely knew about what happened last night, between Damon and me. Oh damn! “Here, I brought you a gift.” Gamma Anthony said and pulled out a small bottle from his backpack. “What is that?” I asked. “It's a shower gel newly developed by Lora.” Gamma Anthony responded. “The witch?” I frowned. “Hmm.. “ Beta Collin nodded his head. “Since when did werewolves and witches exchange gifts?” My frown deepened. “We don't exchange gifts with weaker creatures, my lady.” Gamma Anthony countered.

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 is customary in our culture to offer gifts of peace after war and congratulations after marriage to new and old allies.” Adolph frowned as the six who had come with Taliesin stepped forward offering the boxes that had come with them. “Potions for healing and wellness. While we are aware that few things could hurt werewolves, we know those things are quite lethal. Antidotes to every poison that may be lethal to you, elixirs that will save you even if you are on the brink of death…” There were charms for the health of newborn children and mothers, talismans of blessings of peace and protection, and more in the boxes.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

However, no one seemed to know. “Werewolves only have gifts given by the Moon Goddess, and for most parts, we all have the same gifts of our prints. This necklace doesn’t look like it was made or crafted by a werewolf.” Zeev threw out his idea as they found their rest on the tiers inside the Paramount. “I thought of that, too. Even going back to our ancestors, we never had the gift to cast spells on anything. This is such a powerful spell that can even suppress your werewolf traits. I’ve never heard of it before.” Tyr also testified.