Werewolf Bird Novels & Stories

Fly? What the hell? He tried to recognize the smell, as it was familiar to Maverick, Scarlett’s mate. He knew that something was off from the moment he picked up Maverick’s scent. Maverick was a Pterolycus, a werewolf with wings. Not just that the Pterolycus was also a creature of the 4 seasons (Summer, Winter, Autumn, and Spring) and 4 elements (Water, Earth, Fire, and Air) and could possess multiple abilities regarding these seasons and elements.

But now that William said that, the birdman felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Birdman glared at William and, for some reason, looking at William made him feel disgusted. Birdman snorted coldly, took out an ordinary herb that wasn't too precious, and gave it to the young bear as a reward. "Don't believe William's words. You'll be deceived in a little while, two honest bears." After Birdman finished speaking, Birdman didn't want to stay here anymore and didn't care about William's unsightly face. He turned into his true form as a giant bird with long red wings, half of which covered the bulging holster, took the hail, and flew away to the werewolf tribe.

‘What…. She was in her own reverie when a crow bigger than the usual size with crimson orbs flew near the window. It appeared as if the bird had been eyeing Danielle as she ran in the corridor towards her bed chambers. The unusual sight of a bird with such weird antics made her realise something was definitely going on in Belle Morte. But what? It was expected that the werewolves did not have the ability to transform into birds. That trait was only found in the vampires, but then again what were the vampires doing in kingdom Selene?

I screamed and ended up coughing from the bad air. I grabbed a small rock and I threw it with all my might. It got scorched by the fire surrounding the bird. It was like I threw a stone into a volcano. The wolves did as I instructed, and they started throwing stones and branches of the trees at the beast. It didn't do much as the bird kept switching from a normal bird to flames of fire. And it will not stop screaming and launching at the werewolves who attacked it. Ariana, the bird is distracted. Go for the ash. I thought and took slow steps towards the nest with my eyes fixated on the beast, which had its back turned to me, while facing Michael and the other wolves.

If he could follow the wolf around for a while, he’d be sure that the wolf would meet up with the werewolf boy. “Lay low” Lu patted the dragon bird’s beak. It made a small sound as response. Lu grabbed his small knife from his boot and crawled towards the wolf. A bird had perched on the wolf and flew away, flapping it’s wings aggressively. This made the wolf run away. Lu sighed tiredly, he looked up to see the bird perch back at it’s next high up at a tree. Had the bird communicated with the wolf? “These animals act like they are under one community” he sighed as he climbed atop the dragon bird.

Many years back, I had made some rational personal decisions and one of those was to avoid the Triplets of Castlevania more than anyother humans on earth. I had been a pack fairy in my previous life. Pack fairies are a part of the werewolf community who instead of using four legs like every other wolf, use wings. They are of the same structure as werewolves on wolf form, but considered superior because of their ability of flight and higher intelligence. It's unfortunate that we were very few in number.

I told myself I didn't care, surprised to find that I didn't as I snapped my hand up, crushing the bird that flew overhead with a meaty squeak, its blood bursting around the skin my claws had perforated. “Target practice,” I explained to the panting horde no doubt watching me from behind as I gelled back my hair fur with the greasy liquid, the metallic scent of the animal blood filling my nose for a moment before I huffed it away. I stretched noiselessly, like a cat, abnormal for a werewolf of my sheer size as i uncurled the bow in my spine, straightening. The dust of the barrier-breaking still settled heavily in the air and skyline, blotting out even the white clouds to form an iron-grey mi

Didn't she know who she was? "What's happening with my skin? Why did it peel off?" She was on the brink of a panic attack. "Calm down. I think you're a witch" he remarked. He was still in daze, whatever happened there was not supposed to be seen by anyone. "I'm what?! It can't be. No! I'm just a normal human being. Yesterday I found out that I'm a vampire and today I'm a witch. This is some sort of a joke right? What will I be tomorrow? A wolf?" She was exasperated. Ever since she came to a werewolf world, strange things have happened to her. Birds fall dead when she's hurt and now when she seems to be in trouble, those birds come to the rescue.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele