Werewolf Cookie Run Novels & Stories

“You’re only here to save your werewolf. You know that he’s never going to love you, right?” Winter cried out in pain. Roman let out a growl that rattled through the old house. His face contorted and it was no longer his face. But a wolfs snout, then his claws, then---then it was no longer Roman standing there. But a wolf. And the wolf lunged at Merrick. Merrick’s magic must have stopped because Winter fell to the ground with a loud slam! Nora rushed to her cousin’s side. “Glinda!” Nora called to the other witch. “Help me!”

Beta Wilson’s increasing anxiety and worry becomes evident as he starts to mutter and curse under his breath. Blood roars in my ears. Just as we’re about to round a sharp bend, a werewolf suddenly steps out of the trees, blocking our path. He grins at me, fangs glinting in the moonlight. “GO!” Beta Wilson roars at me, abandoning any hope of keeping our location hidden. Our only hope now is sheer, blind, desperate sprinting. As I start to run away in the opposite direction, though, lungs burning, I run straight into something large.

"Rosh, how many packs of werewolves are living in our area?" I asked Rosh out of my curiosity. "Why?" Rosh asked. "I am just wondering if there is another pack that caused the incident in the amusement park." I replied. "Well, I am sure some Rogues are responsible for this." Rosh replied. "Rogues?" I asked him. "Rogues are wolves that were exiled by the pack." Rosh replied. "Exiled? How?" I was really curious to learn more.

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.”

_Alina's POV_ In this ancient and mysterious forest, I led a team of werewolf warriors on a difficult journey to find a cure for the plague. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the damp ground, and the air was thick with the scent of decaying leaves and earth. The forest was alive with sounds: the rustling of leaves, the chirping of insects, and the distant calls of unseen creatures. Every step felt heavy with the weight of our mission, and the knowledge that failure was not an option.

I was still hungry, so the best option now was to go hunt. I had to go a bit farther than usual to find prey. The whole forest around the village was marked with different wolf scents. Not surprising, considering how many werewolves were in town this week. I returned home full and content, then checked out the event schedule Annie had sent me. Each day started at sunset and ran until midnight. After that, there was a wolf run under the moonlight as part of the official program.

He was a lonely soul before he met her. The view of the dense forest looks like just a fling when riding an adult werewolf like Marek. Marek tried to reduce his running speed as a wolf, but the wolf's running speed still made Hilena, who had intended to enjoy the forest view, decided to close her eyes and just lie down on Marek's back.

Meat and carbs are a werewolf’s best friend when planning to run any distance, whether for training or running away. “Food smells good,” Alex says as he enters the kitchen from the back door. A plateful of cookies and another with sliced garlic bread were already on the table, ready to be devoured. I bring the hot lasagna out of the oven and settle the tray between the two plates. “Yeah, come on and dig in.” I laugh at my friend's enthusiasm for food. [Laina, the Doctor and I can’t come over today, we have urgent pack business at the pack house. Stay inside!]

They were chatting excitedly and she didn’t want to ruin their fun. She also gave some checkerboard cookies to her son. Werewolves can’t stomach chocolate after their first shift but they can before that, so it was safe for him to eat it. But she planned to stop giving him chocolate at 10. Or else even after he shifted, he would find it hard to resist eating the appetizing chocolate products. The cookies she brought for Lavana were different. They were flavoured with vanilla and little milk. After shifting, werewolves can’t take too much milk in their system. So a little occasionally is recommended.

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.