Werewolf Beast Among Us Novels & Stories

“If only Jonas could tell us if Elyon has given up, it’d ease my mind tremendously. And I want to assure mom and dad that I'm okay. Jerney, please give me Jonas' number. I have a new phone again.” Jerney promised to send me the number, but his tone hinted at something deeper. "Becca," he began, "I need to confess, I am a werewolf too, specifically an Alpha King and President of the Council of Werewolves. Your situation is our top priority for discussion. With Alex gone, you're essentially free to live wherever you choose." "However," he sighed deeply, "Elyon is actively searching for you now. Until he makes a move, we're unable to intervene."

The beast growled through their shared link. Micah bowed with his eyes glued to Rodin. “Nice to meet you, Rodin,” Micah smiled. “Let’s get used to moving around. Last one to the Royal Lake is a…” “Go!” It was all Rodin needed as he turned tail and darted towards the woods with Mason in his mind, giving him directions. They heard Micah’s laughter through their link, and a few moments later, a white werewolf padded next to them. FLASHBACK ENDS

She looked at the window where three rogues were seating. The leader shifted to his human form and stood in front of her as she raised to her feet. "One future alpha gone down. Mission accomplished on earth." He said. "I'll kill you right here right now!" she roared shifting to her white werewolf. The rogue leader shifted to his wolf and together the pounce on her. Clawed punches, bites, were been exchanged, tables and glasses shattering, vessel dropping down from decoration. And the verdict of Luna was pronounced.

Ashton seemed extremely close to one of them though which made me wonder who the stranger was. "That's what I wanted to tell you," Beau said making me look back at him, "the one closest to Ashton is Camden. He's a werewolf while Pearl and Soledad the two girls," he pointed at each one as he told me their names, "are vampires, while the one next to Pearl," I looked at the tall male and nodded, "is Braxton, he's a hybrid and the leader of the little group." My attention swiftly turned to Camden, a beautiful male with light orange hair, tan skin, and an endearing smile. He struck me as slim and slightly shorter than Ashton, exuding a sense of style with his oversized sweater and black skinny je

There was no response. While on the field, Dom and Elijah were having a hard time against the beast. Y seemed to have upgraded and made some special modifications. The beast was more ferocious and more dangerous. It had bitten into Elijah's wing, and sent him spiraling down into the plains below where the werewolves and vampires were fighting against Y's pawns. The ammunition in the guns was reloaded. The new shots were ready to be fired. Waai gave permission and this time, one by one, werewolves began to die.

I shrug it off, concentrating on the book in front of me. “The Werewolf Caste System consists of the Alpha, Beta, Delta/Gamma, Healers and Guardians, Warriors (Sentinel, Hunters, Scouts), and Omegas. Everyone in the pack has a role to portray and a responsibility to uphold. The Caste System was designed to ensure the survival of the pack and assume peace and order within.” Survival of the pack…? Does this mean werewolves also tend to invade territories just like how humans colonize other countries? If that happens, then the invaded pack may cease to exist and their territory will be overrun by the invaders.

"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.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

It's only been a week. "I'll see you." He waves before retreating. Hiro waves back and waits for him to be gone before deciding to climb up. He hasn't made his first step yet when another guy blocks his line of vision, with the same energy the stranger from a while ago—the one following him—was emitting. But he knows who this guy is. It's Jun Masamoto. Tall, and handsome, with masculine features and textbook brown eyes that turns gold every time he doesn't get what he wants. He's a werewolf.