Werewolf:complete Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.

Maybe he wouldn’t be friends with Nico now. Knowing of his friend’s awkward situation, that last thought, for him, was much more sad than learning about slavery. As he looked up at the ceiling, wondering, he wished he could do more to make the turn of events better for him as well as everyone else. ---------- The next day filled the young man with a subtle excitement that somehow replaced his dreaded feeling of restlessness. It could have been because he had finally turned, releasing that pent-up emotion. This would be his first day as a full-fledged werewolf.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

"Um... I was just saying that to lighten the mood..." But he started unfastening the clasps on his leather armor, his movements slow and deliberate. "You said you wanted to touch them. Now's your chance." The viewing screen exploded: 【Wait, wait, wait! Is this content available for free?!】 【That bloodthirsty vampire-werewolf is actually offering himself up?!】 【Serina's Lunar Fear is still 0! Isn't she supposed to have a "perception disability" from birth?!】 【This is more exciting than any romance novel I've ever read!】

he revealed which surprised the human. “You mean… those from myths? How do you even know they’re real?” ‘Because I am a werewolf.’ Tyr answered in his head but immediately brush it off, afraid that Zane might hear his unspoken words again. Instead, he tore a piece of his cloth to casually wrap it around his classmate’s arm to stop the bleeding. Zane just let the other guy aid his arm as he is starting to feel the sting from the scratch. “Zeev and I moved in Tilbury to hunt rogues as they are very dangerous to humans. That’s why we are always out here during full moons because they are uncontrollable during those times,” he honestly told.

I saw Adrian's face pale in the rearview mirror. Even though I am the Alpha Prince, Drud is not a wolf to be fucked with, and I'm not saying it to stroke my ego. He is the legendary Ember Dire Werewolf, the fourth after five generations had passed. His coat is black and red, exactly like burning embers. He is twice the size of a normal werewolf and can force any wolf into submission, whether it is a pureblood or half-breed. Drud can also turn humans into werewolves. It's the first thing Drud and I want to do to Laura, whilst me mate.

The portal’s shimmering light illuminated the shattered lair, casting stark shadows as figures emerged—tall, battle-scarred werewolves with eyes glowing a mix of silver and amber, their auras radiating ancient power. These were the guardians of the hidden packs, remnants of clans that had vanished after the war that claimed Autumn’s parents, sworn to protect the Callisto legacy from threats like the Crescent Order. Their arrival sent a ripple of hope through the chaos, their growls harmonizing with the fading hum of Elias’s dying light. Autumn clung to her brother’s body, his silver blood still warm in her hands, the mingled essence fueling her connection to Alina, who battled the grotesque

The soundwaves of my outburst shake the ground around me, my body vibrating euphorically as the powerful outpour floods from my lips while I burn with unkempt rage. The creatures collapse to the ground, overwhelmed, crying out for mercy as they curl up and shout in pain during the length of my anguished outcry. When the stinging finally seises within my thigh, I turn to face the twisted creatures as they shuffle backwards in defeat, terrified as they glare upwards before quickly dispersing and scattering into the surrounding shadows and out of sight. “No way…” my wolf chuckles breathlessly, her tone mischievous as she seems pleased with the revelation, “I think mom might have been right…” sh

The usurpers didn't need to command loyalty; they merely needed to ensure that the packs were too busy fighting amongst themselves to ever consider uniting against them. Propaganda, too, played a crucial role. Pamphlets, crudely printed but widely distributed in werewolf settlements, depicted Queen Elara and her lineage as weak, decadent, and ultimately responsible for the kingdom’s current instability. They were painted as creatures of human sentimentality, incapable of understanding the primal needs and fierce independence of the werewolf people. One particularly vicious pamphlet featured a crude caricature of Elara, her eyes wide and vacant, surrounded by images of chaos and famine, with

"I am not really that important to the brotherhood. At least, I feel important to myself and the people who live around me but not to the brotherhood. I am just an old man who is yet to be covered in white, flowing beard. I am cursed with eternal youth, don't you see. It is the curse of every werewolf." Alberto sighed and pointed at a picture frame hanging freely on the wall, behind Blackwheel. It was a picture of some ancient werewolf having sex with an African woman under the moon light. Similar to the picture that Savannah Lond showed Clark and Michael at Munich. But the picture that Alberto was showing Blackwheel was kind of different than the picture Savannah Lond had shown Clark and Mi