Werewolf Bird Novels & Stories

“I’m not ready to share anything personal just yet. Please don't insist. - You are strange. - I lit a cigarette, opening the window, I said. - Nothing more than all of us. Bars answered thoughtfully. - Are you from this world? - I clarified. - Not. Bars replied quickly. “I'm just a werewolf. Other than turning into a snow leopard, I have no other abilities. - What about medicine? - Fox interrupted him. - My flock from the East Siberian taiga forests. Bars shared with us. - The climate is harsh there, but we have long adapted to life at an eternally sub-zero temperature. The indigenous people in the settlements often practiced Tibetan medicine. It was interesting to me. I became interested in

I tried to explain it to him. "They are not ordinary wolves, I know they are beast! No.. a werewolf!" Hedwig madly screams. The twins came back to my side. "How come, you already tamed them? You are a witch!" Hedwig conclusion. "I am not a witch Hedwig, listen to me. They are not werewolves." I am trying to explain our situation. "You can't fool me anymore Raia! You witch! All this time you are bewitching me. I can't believe I trust you! You betrayed me!" Hedwig replied and tried to capture me.

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

Sera’s POV The ground trembled beneath me, the earth itself shuddering under the force of his presence. Roars echoed, shaking the heavens, as the Death Wolf tossed me around like a rag doll. He had shifted into his true form—a massive black wolf with blood-red eyes that burned like embers in the dark. I had never seen anything like him before. It felt as if the entire world had tilted on its axis at his arrival. Was Mother Nature celebrating his presence or cursing it? I couldn't tell.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

The drama that was playing on the stage was about the little boy who , a special born who killed his mother, the Luna of the pack. " I hope we are following." Ruckus said, eyeing Derek. He smiled. It was obvious Derek was getting uncomfortable. " The story is about a young special born wolf who took the life of his own mother. " " That's strange." Alpha of the blood river pack said. " Quite sad. The boy mus be a curse to the pack." Ruckus giggled. " I bet he is. Someone like that gas to be a monster that will keep killing without stopping. " He eyed Derek.

“We are brothers, after all. We shared the same sire. Arinauld of House Legiere.” The finch in my hand nibbled my fingers. It pinched, but her beak didn’t hurt me. I rubbed a finger along her creamy throat, and she shut her eyes. “You domesticated birds?” I asked him. “There is not much to do here,” Bruess said. “I breed them to be less fearful of the scent of werewolves. Pearl is one of my favorites. She’s quite affectionate.”

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

After a moment, a distinct bird call sounded in the air. "Caw—caw—" Black feathers flashed through the deep green forest. After a few shakes of the branches, a crow landed on a tree branch closer to us, emitting coarse and harsh cries. Suppressing my surprise, I watched the scene carefully. That black crow has those deep ink-colored eyes. Wasn't it the crow I encountered when burying the bag of phosphor powder under the tree? Was this crow a bird tamed by Klaus? Before this, I had never seen an alpha werewolf capable of doing this. Obviously, this was quite a special ability of Klaus.

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.