Werewolf Cookie Novels & Stories

"Vera, you always have to play the victim. Look at you — pathetic and pitiful. You're an embarrassment to our Beta!" Liam glared at me. "Vera, enough! Stop with the act and get up!" Then he froze. My face was deathly pale. The soup and sweat soaked through my clothes. The scalding liquid had raised blisters across my skin. And I was too weak to make a sound. "How is she this weak? A little hot soup shouldn't be able to burn a werewolf... unless she really was poisoned?" Liam stared at me, frozen in shock.

Caroline put her foot ahead then her mind said, " Hey! What are you doing? How can you believe in a stranger and that also in a guy." She again put her leg back. "Why are you thinking so much? Just get inside before he changes his mind to give you lift and leave you here alone. You're already a werewolf, brave daughter of a strong alpha of a pack." Her heart persuaded her. "So what if you're a werewolf? Nowadays, humans are more monsters than werewolves. " her mind warned her. "Oie.. Caroline flustered and uttered, " both of you stop fighting." She said so loudly that he got confused too and muttered to himself, " Both? " and he looked around out of the car from the window, " who's the other

My wolf was alert, sensing no werewolves near the cafe. And how’s that possible? Then I observed the herbs around the cafe, which are used to hide the smell of the werewolves as well as vampires. I pushed the door of the cafe and immediately the two new scents of werewolves hit my nose while the rest of the five scents were familiar. And the moment my eyes landed on Aurora and her minions, I knew I was in trouble. I turned quickly to run but I came across an unknown face with a very tall muscular man with scary blood-red eyes that seemed to see straight through my soul.

He gestures at the three boxes I have piled up in my hand. "Well, oatmeal cookies are my favourite, so I'm not sure this could go wrong. Now, the better question is, how do you know you're not gonna like it?" I challenge, remembering how he ruthlessly devoured the Chicken Katsu sandwiches I made after claiming that he had low tolerance to spicy foods. "Hmm." He shrugs, and I eye him suspiciously, then grab an extra box just in case, as I've come to rightly be wary of his voracious appetite. Werewolves can eat almost anything bearing the title of food, and I have not yet seen an exception.

The creature was unlike anything Cruella had ever seen all the days of her life around the pack. It wasn’t a typical werewolf, but something twisted, something darker and Stronger. Its fur was a sickly shade of gray, matted and filthy, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural yellow light. The creature’s fangs gleamed in the moonlight, longer and sharper than any wolf’s she had ever seen, and its claws were stained with the blood of something long dead. Liam’s eyes narrowed, the familiar fire of the Alpha flashing in them. “You’re not welcome here, Raze.”

Noah said with a smirk. “Noah, I'm trying my best to keep myself composed. Doesn't the fact that you killed my husband and I'm not ripping your head off your body right now raise questions in your head?” Anaya asked, turning to Noah. Noah went quiet, he had neither remorse nor fear on his face. He just stared at Anaya with a blank expression. “I’m curious though—what was in that cake you sent to our house?” Anaya asked. “It was a metallic powder, made by an old blacksmith somewhere in the darkest parts of Mystic Meadow. The powder dampens the powers of a werewolf. If it's an alpha who eats it, he becomes an omega; if it's an omega, he becomes human,” Noah replied.

Hambora yelled Causing Doctor Bonnie to frown and turn sharply "Seriously, you all need to relax Okay. Like I said, this is just a rough Experiment, I mixed the Werewolf Cells with the gene of a Frog so what we have here is an hybrid, Half Werewolf and half Frog Okay?" Doctor Explained while Glamora sighed as he placed a new Cigarette on his Lips

Jamien said. “Thank you,” I muttered. Jamien offered her a piece of mocha-flavored cookie. “I’ve been praying for these cookies every morning at the temple.” “You’re really something, how can a werewolf eat mocha-flavored cookies every morning?” I teased. As they chatted, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. She felt the tension in the air and wondered what could be happening. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Alpha Matthew and Dad entered, both looking grim.

He didn’t want it taken away. Kia moved forward suddenly and pointed at the pile of pastries. “Eat that one. Jackson prefers the chocolate chip, but Margaret’s honey lemon scones are the best.” They smelled delicious, but he didn’t dare. A glance at Jackson didn’t give him any indication on if he should obey the other wolf or not, so he stayed still. “Eat it.” Jackson didn’t sound happy about giving the command, but a command was a command. Wren chose the smallest one, the one least likely to make him mad for wasting the good food on a wolf.

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.