Werewolf Cookie Novels & Stories

She must have seen my phone, which I left the screen turned on. Stupid Hannah! "He's my new friend." I tried to hide my nervousness by taking a snack. It was cookies in various shapes. "It's delicious. Did you make it?" "Yes," she answered while walking to my side. Then she said nothing after taking the seat. I kept munching the cookie, pretending nothing had happened. But hey, I was being honest. Ken was my new friend. "You know, a werewolf is possessive about their mate, especially a male. They can go furious when they get jealous."

Klaus shook his head in the negative, I know he's biting his tongue to keep from swearing at me. "Fine." I took a bone-shaped cookie out of my pocket, just like the kind you give to dogs, and threw it to him. I saw Klaus's pupils widen and then shrink as his anger grew, I saw the cookie fall to the floor, right in front of him, and I heard the rumbling of Klaus's stomach once again. After all, the cookie was made with the finest meats and smelled delicious, even more so for a Lycan, even one with impaired senses.

Not a single fucking client today either and I know it has everything to do with the fucking werewolves patrolling the city like they own it. I give up completely at three PM. I'm wasting my fucking time here instead of being at home with Leo, so I decide to turn everything off, I packet today's cookies and I go home. As I'm walking, trying my best to avoid the werewolves standing in the streets looking for my roomie, something stops me. A big... a huge billboard. humongous, actually. I stop dead in my tracks and I drop my cookies in shock, my mouth feels dry all of a sudden and I feel myself starting to sweat cold.

Dione looked at the folder she was holding and closed it and handed it to Peter. “Peter… that wolf in the picture. Is that taken by Dr. Conrad?” Dione asked as he was about to turn his back on her. Without looking back, Peter answered her, “Yes.” And he walked to the cabin. While Dione was left still amazed at what she saw. And while thinking about that, a thought suddenly crossed her mind. Her eyes got widened, and she covered her mouth with her hand. “Don’t tell me… that was an actual werewolf?!” she said to herself. And now, she can’t stop herself from convincing that, that was really a werewolf. She immediately wanted to get the folder from Peter to continue reading it.

As she came out of the shop carrying an order consisting of a medium pizza, fried chicken smothered in barbecue sauce, and a large cherry lemonade drink, I leaned against her vehicle carefully observing every detail. As she sees me standing there, a sunny smile lights up her face. Standing close to me, she pecks my lips. “Share?”, she offered me. “Certainly,” I replied. Werewolves are always hungry. We are high energy burners and need to refill frequently. We never say no to food. After taking each seat in the car, we used the food bridge to place the food. I waited for her to pick out all of her favorites, admiring how gracefully she used her slender fingers to pop a slice of pizza between

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

He ran to my side, his hand finding mine. “Whatever happens,” he said, his eyes fierce. “We stay together.” The light from the altar grew until it filled the entire room, blinding us. I felt a pull in my soul, like something was being ripped out of me and replaced with something ancient. The Werewolf Queen was no longer a legend. She was here. And she was angry.

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

Walter asked, shaking Ethan slightly but the shock had left him frozen. "T-them." Ethan managed to say. Walter turned around only to be met inches away from red glowing eyes. "Blue moon pack." He mumbled. "Hello Walt. Is time to take your leave." The werewolf said. He was just as big as every super strong teen werewolf Ethan had seen. He breathed heat, and his fur was dangerously royal blue. A bizarre phenomenon. He had five complete wolf standing behind him. Those five were not in their werewolf form the were complete wolfs. Third form of all werewolf.

“And you think she’ll handle it well if we just straight up tell her that she’s a werewolf the moment she comes home?” Valerie drinks from the can before replying, “you got a point. She noticed her friends have been away lately. And just like her friends, I’m not really one to keep my mouth shut so I tend to avoid her to not spill anything.” “Alright. Use your blabbermouth to reveal it then.” “Are you stupid? We have to set the mood!” “How do we do that? Buy ice cream and then watch a movie?” “Can we get cookies and cream?”