Werewolf:complete Series Novels & Stories

Colt must have experimented with his architectural designs here before installing the clear glass ceilings in our bedroom. Luca chuckled and kissed the top of my head as he guided me out of the recreational area, “They are faeries, succubi, vampires, and half-bloods, love. None are purebred she-wolves.” That was confusing. Many of the wolves were clearly mated to some of these females. I could tell just by the way they treated them. I could see a few with mates marks, and nothing seemed too dangerous. How could that be?

When he spoke, his voice was low and there were long pauses between the words; it seemed to Maria that he was talking to himself rather than looking at her and talking to the woman he had avoided for many years. "I am truly sorry, Maria. Maybe I don't have the right words to say to you or to explain to you who I am or what I have done. . . The thing is, I have found a cure and I have used it and it works! I am no longer a werewolf! It is why I sent Betty Petersen to visit you for my sake. Her husband spent most of his life developing a cure for me and she continued his work after he dropped it due to circumstances I can't explain. . . I took the cure three days ago and I feel human! I can un

Her Dad and the rest was fuzzy. “Dude, what the…” a male voice was saying from the living room, when a sound that seemed like a punch, shut him up. In one swift motion, she was up. She looked at her dressing. She was still in her skinny jeans and leather jacket. The one she wore when she returned the previous day. Werewolves were blessed with super hearing, super speed, fast healing. In another swift motion, she was at the door of her living room. The room was a mess. Broken furnitures, broken glasses, splatters of blood. Some fractures of woods sticking out from the wall.

“The Goddess gifted them with the ability to evolve quickly because of their work to uphold goodness and protect this earth’s inhabitants. They are resistant to most things that would harm a werewolf, most famously silver. I had my suspicions when you told me Lya had been shot with silver bullets and she made such a quick recovery.” “So then why didn’t they just integrate into another pack when they fled?” Trevor asked. “Wouldn’t that have been safest?” “For them, yes, but the Wulvers were not going to turn their back on their morals and let the blessing of the Goddess go to waste. They dispersed, and they can now be found, if you look carefully, all over the globe, taking out hunters, keepi

My eyes motioned to Bazaar standing in the rain. "Kill him you weakling!" he shouted infuriated. Knowing he was losing, badly. None of his men could kill Alpha Deucalion. They were no match for him. Alpha Deucalion growled with rage at Bazaar, killing the last werewolf. I covered both ears and lowered to the ground at how loud his growling was. My ears ache from the terrible sound. I hurriedly stood up and again looked through the window as I heard another fight begin.

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.

The alpha king glared at him. " You dare stand before me and speak of my death. Do you know what this place is? This was where I killed the old lady. Sophia witnessed it and ran. This place was where you had your first meeting to dethrone me. " He paused and smiled. " And this is where I will start clipping your wings. I let you fly too high. " " What?" Ruckus smiled. " Try and see." " Do you know how strong a werewolf can become after killing?" The alpha king released his claws and started walking to the oak tree.

The looming threat of the rogue werewolves, now more organized and dangerous than ever, had forced even the most rivalrous clans to unite under a common cause. Alex Robert Macrobat, a 30-year-old werewolf and mother, stood beside her son, Prince Kai. Alex’s journey from a human to a werewolf had been marked by tragedy and transformation. She had embraced her new identity after her mother was killed by a werewolf, leading her to the United States where she met her werewolf clan and learned to control her werewolf form. Alex eventually gave birth to Kai, who inherited her werewolf genes and bore a striking resemblance to his father, Kim.

I wrinkled my nose then turned my attention back to the tv screen in front of me, although my brain was still thinking about Alex's words. Iris violets. Lycan. The first lineage of werewolves. Everything sounds crazy. 'Maybe I'm wrong." Alex exhaled and opened his eyes again, He looked at me with a half smile. "You are wrong Alex." I gave him a small nod then returned to staring blankly at the tv. ***

And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man. And when the wolf got satisfied at putting its anger towards the man. It immediately thought of going to the place where they were supposed to live. It was about to run, but before he can do that, Peter came who’s in a flash got to the wolf’s side. And Peter immediately stabbed the syringe he was carrying, containing sleeping pills and wolfsbane herb. A herb that can effectively weaken a werewolf. But one dose of it is not enough to put Jax’s wolf down. So Peter immediately followed with two more pricks of syringes to the body of the wolf.