Werewolf App Novels & Stories

I sat up and stabbed at the screen. "Alpha Emilia, have you seen what's trending? The entire werewolf community is exploding!" Trending? I flicked over to the app's main page. The top post hit me like a physical blow: #GreedyAlphaEmilia# The views were already past three million. "No way." I clicked it. The pinned video at the top made my blood run cold.

This situation, Adam did not dare to imagine at all. "Brother, you don't have to be afraid, it's me!" Just when Adam didn't know if he should run away or not. A young man, with an angular face, suddenly walked over, used a very friendly look, and greeted him. Although he did not recognize this person's face, Adam's voice was still clearly remembered. This is the gray wolf in the pack of the great white wolf, he is also a werewolf, his name is Smith. “Are you… Smith?”

The pain was steady and total, like being stretched in two directions at once and held there. Breathing became something I had to think about. Mateo stood up and took out his phone. He opened an app I recognised, WolfNet, the encrypted live-stream network used by packs across Europe for official broadcasts. Council hearings. Alpha announcements. Territory declarations. He turned the camera toward me. "We are live," he said calmly. "Forty-three packs across Europe are watching right now." I could not straighten up. The Shift-Locker had my body locked at a crooked angle, one shoulder higher than the other, both hands frozen between human fingers and wolf claws. I knew what I looked like. I had

Mock me for thinking that I can be with William for life. 'You should know as well as I do that our kind is above such action. And though I do not... approve of your relationship with the Alpha, that does not mean I will like it if you two call it off on such a depressing note. I'm your wolf, who acts as a werewolf's conscious, as his guide. I am not your puppet master.'

"Too bad my crystal doesn't possess a single bar of cell signal up here. The moment we return to a territory tower, I will. I guess that picture will serve as my official blood announcement to the entire werewolf world?" "It definitely can be." "Wait, does the Supreme Pack Director actually possess personal social media?" he asks, highly amused. "What elder millennial wolf doesn't?" He snickers softly. "Are you currently following my feed?" My grin doesn't falter for a single second. "I only follow the corporate Dominion account, Ryker, and Soraya. However, my wolf will rectify that mistake right now." I pull my own crystal device from my leather pocket. "No service on mine either. Damn." I

Betty says kindly, "I found this inside your cardigan's’ pocket." I accept the phone with a grateful nod. As I take in its familiar weight in my hand, an idea begins to form in the recesses of my mind—a nagging curiosity that I can’t just ignore. With a quick glance around the room to ensure that no one is watching, I unlock my phone and open the G****e app. With deft fingers, I type in ‘Hugh Montemayor’ in the search bar. As the search results appear on the screen, my heart pounds in my chest like a drumbeat once again. There, staring back at me, confirming that Hugh Montemayor is a real existing werewolf, an Alpha of the Highvalley Pack.

"That's a million a year! And it's a position specifically for elite werewolves!" "I'm sure." I turned my laptop towards her. The screen showed code I'd written. Lines and lines of it. Two years of pain and thought poured into every one. "Look at this." Emma leaned closer. Her eyes widened. Her wolf instincts picked up on how special this project was. "This is... a werewolf social platform? Just for us?"

“All I have to say is that whoever is freeing the wolves in Oconee, they won’t stop until all of the wolves are free. And in the meantime? We’re here to help those who make it to us.” The newswoman hesitated, then her smile grew a touch more genuine. She turned to the camera. “You heard it, everyone. So, for anyone worried about our southern neighbors, donating to the Werewolf Liberation Fund is an excellent way to help. Anything else to say, Mr. Carmillan?” “Go to our website to see other ways you can help if you’re short on money. We could always use more volunteers. We’re also in the planning stages of getting a charity run set up.”

Andrew parked his gold Aston Martin in the parking lot of the Moonlit Homeless Shelter. Over the past three days, he had taken Princess Aurora to all of his favorite monuments and landmarks within the city: the One World, One Species Tower (a monument to werewolf/human coexistence), Bloodsuckers Rock (a memorial to the victims of the first vampiric insurgence), Lycanthrope Galleria, the Werewolf Heritage and Art Museum, to name a few. Now, he wanted to show her a grimmer side of the werewolf world and what he was doing to clean it up.

(Almira’s POV) I was just sitting at my desk in the office when my phone suddenly buzzed. I’m already expecting messages from work, but it was my other phone that received a notification. You see, I have two phones. One that I use for work. And one that I use for personal purposes. This is my way of dividing my work from personal stuff. I don’t really like it when they get all mixed up. I glanced at the screen and saw a message from the werewolf council. My heart skipped a beat from that. I read the warning silently. It reads increasing deaths in America. Werewolves are turning blue and some are even decapitated when in their wolf form.