Werewolf Bakugou Novels & Stories

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?”

I rose to my feet, howling loudly into the air, a cry that I knew could be heard by some neighboring packs that wisely chose not to interfere in our affairs. "I know someone orchestrated this. Who?!" I questioned as I rushed toward Lugas, but I was obstructed by two of his werewolf guards who emanated a foul odor and did not resemble typical werewolves. I initiated a battle with them, and since they were no match for me, I managed to defeat them. However, what unsettled me the most was that it seemed like I had killed them, but another rose from the ground to confront me once more. It felt as if I was ensnared in a ceaseless struggle, akin to the Moon Fury. It was then that I realized that L

The warm sun bathed the park in a golden glow as Azure, Francine, and Zeke strolled leisurely along the winding path. Laughing and sharing stories, they relished their precious family time. Unbeknownst to them, danger lurked in the shadows. Vaxia, a creature of formidable presence, with long flowing dark hair and piercing amber eyes, had been tracking Azure for years on behalf of the nefarious organization known as The Eirian. Accompanying him was Zave, a hulking figure with a shaved head and a scar that marred his rugged face, an embodiment of brute strength. They were rogue werewolves, hybrids with extraordinary powers and superhuman strength, committed to the Eirian's mission of world dom

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

Gaby especially was a natural. Today they wanted to discuss the attack on Mora. Tatiana asked if they had seen or heard anything strange lately. Gaby had not, but Zoe heard that the Werewolf was a Rogue. He was sighted in other Rogue camps around the peninsula for several months, but he never attacked anyone. "Does anyone know what he looks like in human form?" "There are rumors. The rogue is enormous in human form and has long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He never stays anywhere very long, and pretty much keeps to himself."

He didn't finish his sentence before Wolfgang emitted an even stronger energy, holding Big Bang tightly in place. The werewolf felt like a thousand pounds were weighing down on him, making him unable to resist. He could only kneel down on both knees, his dark purple eyes still staring fiercely at Wolfgang.

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing – Louie had not only saved me from the impending danger but also incapacitated the entire pack of rogue wolves. The realization of Louie's extraordinary abilities filled me with awe and gratitude. Louie's dual nature never ceased to amaze me. In my memory, he had always been a gentle werewolf, someone who cherished art, loved music, and possessed a kind and caring heart. I never could have imagined that the same Louie would display such astonishing power on the battlefield. It was as if he wore two different masks—the gentle artist and the fierce warrior.

Her voice is that of a frightened person. Burdak doesn't answer, he l turned his head and saw Randu's face. Maybe Burdak wanted to make sure his wife is still alive. The man immediately beats Orok who is shocked and angry. The Orok took out a weapon like a machete but very long. The weapon is curved at the tip and is also covered in flames. A loud and scary growl enveloped the place, the Orok is furious but Burdak… the werewolf is no less angry because the creature had dared to kidnap his wife.

Understand? I nodded and looked into the distance. Sorry, I rarely thought about it. I wondered why we lived like this. It’s just that a little girl wants her mother to hug her at least sometimes, but approve of her actions and undertakings. My mom was different. Not like you. But you're right, I understand that a childish resentment just speaks in me. - Come here, - Martha hugged me again, - Remember, you said that I smell like autumn? So the smell of a werewolf is individual for everyone.

A circle had formed, composed of werewolves and humans, standing side by side, united in purpose. My keen eyes scanned the gathering, taking in the diverse array of individuals who had come together under the moonlit canopy. Among them, I recognized Kaga Wolfrick, his red-furred form exuding an air of authority and wisdom. His presence alone commanded respect and reverence from both werewolves and humans alike.