Werewolf Bird Novels & Stories

I swear I had heard her snort before she took off again, kicking up dirt behind her. I wasn’t sure about riding on Birdie’s back, but it’s not like I had many options. Shirley was injured and refused to leave Carl behind or even stay herself. Realistically, the only werewolf I had ever ridden was Elsie, and that was in an entirely different scenario. Birdie was full of surprises. Honestly, the first time I saw her wolf, I thought it was small and probably weaker, but I was wrong. Birdie was solid and capable. The lack of pigment in her flesh and fur did not determine her merit; it never had. Was I just as judgemental as her old pack? If I had been, she had handed me my ass, especially after

Inside was something blinded by the light and being disturbed by the noises. It is alive. “The werewolf shifter!” Announcing the last creature for auction, Maynard is disgusted at how they treated his race. “It is a young cub obtained during a hunt in a certain province, its location is kept a secret in order to preserve their habitat. This is a male one, the ears and the tail are clearly not a disguise but it's real.” It was the first time that the Joker left on his platform, he went near the cage and grabbed the tail which was protruding outside and pulled it hard.

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.

She couldn't believe Michael left her to do this alone. "Where's Michael?" Emily asked, gazing up at the window. Just immediately, Michael jumped from the window and landed on his feet with a little stagger. "So?" Giselle raised her brows. "Um, Jacob...About the wings: you are a raven." Emily gulped. Jacob's facial expression remained the same; he didn't look surprised. It was like he already knew what they were going to tell him. "And werewolf bites are toxic to avians, which means..." Michael paused. He didn't know exactly how to tell Jacob that he was going to die without freaking him out.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

Rowan left before Iris could see him. Iris sat up and looked around. The air stank of blood and the bank was carpeted with dead bodies. Iris felt nauseous and and finally threw up. "Tell me I was dreaming" She looked at her best friend who looked at Japh. Japh shook his head. "You were…he was…" Iris pointed and touched her forehead. "Breathe" "Werewolves don't exist, right?" She suddenly stood up. "Because there's no way I just saw you change into a...oh no!"

Junior asked me curiously. I gazed at him knowing if I should tell the truth I would be in danger. He and everyone would think I'm a witch and I would be burned alive. Bazaar believes werewolves were caused by witches somehow awakening a very dark vicious animal spirit to take over man's soul that's why a werewolf is able to shift within a human form. He believes that the evil spirits had managed to create more creatures like him in populating the world just like us humans and other animals. "You should be happy I fought hard to escape because I could have died!" I shouted at him hiding the truth that it was the blood-eye wolf who had saved me.