Werewolf Bl Novels & Stories

"But sir, that kid said it wasn't a wolf, but something else that killed her." Blake felt a surge of anger but quickly composed himself. "The kid doesn't know what he saw. That was clearly a werewolf attack. And we are going to find it and kill it. No more will people be scared of walking in the woods at night or going camping with their family. We will find every last one of them, including the vampires, and kill them!" His team members cheered in agreement, ready to take on whatever challenge lay ahead of them. As they discussed their plan of action, Blake realized that they needed help from those who had a deeper understanding of the supernatural world. He turned to his team and said, "Th

Werewolf. My blood turned cold. One of them – the red wolf – was coming straight towards me through the trees. Branches snapped. Leaves rustled. The deep growls of a hungry, angry wolf rumbled through my body. I couldn't see him, but I could hear him, smell him. He would be with me in a moment. And I was out in the open, in my human form, unarmed, completely vulnerable.

"Did you see-" "Enough to make me know what's going on between you too," he replied. "Princess Evanora, do you know what you're doing right now? Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" I nodded sheepishly. "Yes." "And do you have even the slightest idea how risky it is?" He continued. "Just how did you get involved with Blade in the first place?" "What?" I looked up at him. "How do you- Do you know Blade?" He sighed then massaged his temples for a while before replying. "You seem to have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Blade isn't a human or even better a vampire. He is a werewolf! Do you even have any idea what that means?"

From a young age I learned to fight a lot of people at once, so holding off these werewolves for a short period of time shouldn't be a problem. After I hit the two wounded werewolves, all the werewolves transformed and jumped at me. Their fangs were normal but their claws were extremely sharp. I was scratched a few times and felt dizzy. My eyes saw everything so blurry, my hands started to shake. Maybe their fingernails are laced with anesthetic. They were well prepared to deal with us. I forced myself to stay calm and continued to scratch my wolves one by one. Although I was injured, the anesthetic in my body was gradually taking effect, but I wouldn't be defeated so easily by them. At leas

I felt relieved when I saw my wounds completely healed but there is a scar left like a tattoo. Rosh came together with a doctor to check her. "Ms. David, thank God you surpassed death. I am Dr. Blythe." the doctor said. "Did I experience a life and death situation?" I asked Dr. Blythe. "Yes, you were in a coma for two weeks." Dr. Blythe replied while doing some check up from my body. "Really?!Do werewolves have strong rabies that put me in a coma?" I was curious.

“Isn’t it your wolf that took the Heartstone for their fallen leader?” My stomach clenched. “I’ve never seen anyone, not witches, not spirits, no one touch a Heartstone and survive. Not until you. That’s why they kept you alive. You're not ordinary.” “I see,” I murmured. “Are you a witch? A demon? Maybe both?” she asked, watching me carefully. “I’m just a werewolf.” “No, you’re not. Stop lying,” she said, not unkindly. “But I get it. You don’t want to tell me.”

Night after night, Black gazed up at the moon, beseeching Selene to lend him the strength to triumph over his foes. Touched by Black's fervent devotion, Selene answered his prayers. She granted him the ability to shift into a wolf, merging his human essence with the spirit of the wild. Black became the first werewolf, a creature of duality, mastering the balance between his human intelligence and the instincts of the wolf.

Oscar paced back and forth with a shotgun strapped in his torso. "You absolutely have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that." He then turned to his subordinates. "Her sentence should be carried out," Oscar ordered. "Yes, sir, right away" They all chorused. Blaire always stood out in her pack--whenever she shifted she became the tall female werewolf with bright yellow eyes, white fur, and a splash of white in her black mane. At present, she was an outcast among her people, but her strength and sly moves made her an important ally to any evil plans.

The healer that he had been following all the while had vanished into the thin air without any trace of being found. " No way. " He said. " She entered here. I am certain of that. " Vieira began to flash his eyes through the darkness of the night . But his sight was not good enough to see anyone. Then, he turned his eyes to his normal werewolf form. With those eyes that now glowed, he scanned the trees and the bushes for the slightest sign of a figure that looked like her. But there was no one there. He took out time to practice his smelling ability again. Perhaps, he was the one that hit it entirely wrong initially. That was definitely the reason for him not to have caught a glimpse of her

But the beast's power was immense, its fangs dripping with venom, its claws tearing through the air like razors. Just as the Werewolf God Destroyer lunged forward, a blinding flash of lightning illuminated the battlefield, casting long, eerie shadows that danced and contorted across the blood-soaked ground. The beast recoiled, its eyes wide with surprise and fear as a figure emerged from the smoke, tall and imposing, his aura radiating with an otherworldly power. Wilson, one of the most legendary werewolves in existence, stood before them, his eyes burning with an inner fire. He had sensed the chaos that was unfolding and had rushed to aid Alex.