Werewolf Bird Novels & Stories

The birds, which had once been chirping and singing, had begun to flee from the forest. “Don’t just stand there; let’s go,” I ordered, charging further into the forest. “Wait up. This must be something we’ve never seen before. The sound doesn’t correlate with the others I’ve heard, Raider reached out. “We can tell just from the sound. Our hearing might have been affected by the winds don’t depend on that”. “Sir Caspian. I know for sure that it’s a… “Werewolf,” I blurted out. My eyes laid on the huge figure before me. It’s feet were five times the size of mine, and it’s ears were bigger, making it easier for it to hear its enemies movements.

I had a driver's license, he drove someone's car, he said - we need to take the woman and the girl to another city. Well, you have to, you have to. The car, Moskvich, was filled to capacity with their things, and I drove them, then I returned back, but three days later we returned to the flock. A little more than a year has passed, Aidar again approached me: Can you help? Well, why not help? Here we already drove by car two days before another town, and again I figured out which of the werewolves in the area was seen. He went into the house, said that he would come down in a couple of minutes, and a little wolf cub ran up to the same entrance, smiled at me sunnyly and went there too.

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

Like something had been pressed against it and left there on purpose. We weren’t alone. Not yet hunted—but noticed. That was worse. A crow lifted from a branch ahead of us, black wings slicing the air. It didn’t flee. It circled, once, then twice, before flying east—toward the city. Messenger. “Great,” I muttered. “Even the birds are employed now.” We reached the edge of the clearing just as the sound carried. Voices. Too many. Too orderly. The clearing was packed. Werewolves—rogues, half-packs, loners, people who’d slipped between definitions because the world had run out of room for them.

The pack's howls echoed through the trees, a haunting melody that resonated deep within my bones. Walking beside Ella, I couldn't shake the feeling of awe and confusion that had taken hold of me. Her howl—it had been unlike anything I'd ever heard from a human. It was pure, powerful, and undeniably werewolf. I glanced at her frequently, my mind racing with possibilities. Could she really be one of us, hidden in plain sight all this time? The thought both excited and bewildered me.

**Brandon's POV** * According to some survivors, it was a flying wolf that attacked the Black River Pack. "Was it a Winged Wolf?" I thought of the six werewolf species my teacher had talked about in class. One of the Winged Wolf's most distinctive feature was that it had wings. "But it also breathes fire. Its whole body is covered with red flames. Also, it is very, very big. It looks to be 2-3 times the size of a normal werewolf."

Life is funny when you think about it. One minute you’re a normal human girl, the next you’re a werewolf and then the next you’re a flightless bird trying to avoid death by a fox. I suppose if I had learned how to fly, it wouldn’t have even looked my way, but a defenceless bird is an easy meal for the opportunistic canine.

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.