Werewolf Cookie Cookie Run Novels & Stories

< Kodaline replied through our mind link and speed up from running. After a few minutes of running, we finally reached the no man's land, no werewolf pack owns this land yet so anyone is free to step on this land. > They're still after us, what the fuck is wrong with these warriors? < My wolf complains frustratedly as we start running again, a little faster this time until my wolf suddenly tripped on the big root of the fucking huge tree causing us to stumble upon the mud. It was too late for us to keep on running away again because we were suddenly surrounded by four pack-warriors.

The sun is bright today, but with the thick canopy overhead, only minimal light penetrates down to the ground. I quickly strip out of my clothes, hanging them on a nearby branch before shifting into my wolf form. Cautiously, I make my way around the trees, trying to pinpoint the location of the scent. A little distance away, right in the center of the cove, I can see that the underbrush has been trampled upon. I sniff at the spot, and once again, I’m uneasy about how familiar the scent seems. The scent is that of a Werewolf; I am certain of it.

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

“The Blackwood pup is about to awaken! A stage has been set up at the Sacred Ridge so everyone can witness the birth of a Divine Werewolf—a once-in-a-century event! If you don’t head over now, you’ll miss it!” The Beta tore free from my hand and disappeared into the crowd. “This isn’t right!” Kaeren scooped me up with ease and flew toward the Sacred Ridge. An Omega Black Werewolf shouldn’t be able to fly that high, but Kaeren could.

Greta says as Bruno transforms into his large tawny wolf. “Jackson?” The Bruno wolf gives a chuff in affirmation then lies down on his stomach. Okay. So, this is what we’re doing now. Fuck, I hope no one sees this. Joshua Logan, three-time Super Bowl champion, riding on the back of a werewolf, like a horse.

After a while, I look at him in the eye and say, "Freddy, I am not a baby. Even if I am your wife, I cannot stay at home and wait for you all the time. I have my own stuff to do." All of a sudden, he holds my arm and throws me onto a sofa. When I am about to stand up and yell at him, something huge covers all the light from the crystal lights in the middle of the room. It seems to be a beast at first glance, but later I notice that it is Freddy who stands up from the wheelchair. Is this the difference between a werewolf and a human ? Before I decide whether to congratulate him or curse him, he rushes to me and holds my shoulder.

(The Dream) I'm running through the woods, being chased by a huge wolf like creature hot on my heels. The weird thing is that I'm used to being out in the woods while horseback riding, but this time it was like a maze, with all the twist and turns , and just my luck. . . a dead end.

I instantly replied. "I see." Rosh replied. "Do werewolves have religion?" I asked because I was curious. "We believe in the moon goddess."Rosh replied. "Ahh, but you know about Christmas Holidays?" I asked. "Of course, we know about Christmas, remember we have staff that are humans." Rosh replied. "How about we organised a Christmas Party in the villa. We can celebrate it to ease our recent problems." I suggest. "Hhmmm, good idea, I guess the staffs will like it." Rosh replied.

Uncle Bob warned him. Myrtle gasped as she went beside him. “D-Don’t tell me… You are thinking that Uncle…” Myrtle worriedly interjected. Uncle Bob looked at her. “We have no other choice. That is the only thing that could save her life, Myrtle.” Uncle Bob replied – before looking at me. He stared at me dangerously. “You must decide on this, Hunter. You need to be in that ritual. You need to bite her… and make her a werewolf.”

Rosie wrinkles her nose, "That's weird." I raise my brow, "Says the She-Wolf baker who burns her cookies," Rosie gasps playfully, then smacks my arm, "I'm a great baker! This was just stress baking!" "As for what you were asking, we do have a festival coming up. It's called the Moonlight Festa; I think it would be good for you to join. You can connect to your Werewolf side in a way you haven't before," Rosie smiles warmly. Her smile was cute; I couldn't say no, "Alright, I'll join. When is it?"