Novel & Cerita Werewolf Diaries

“And you stole his favorite bedtime book. So what did you learn from the human-concocted ‘werewolf legend’?” She flipped through the book, scanning several pages, and then gave a ladylike snort. “A human wrote it.” Caleb raised a brow. “What did it say?” “Why should you care? You already said humans don't have a clue.” “You’re right. So what did it say?” She cast him an annoyed look. “A Scandinavian white wolf was the first lupus garou.” Caleb laughed out loud. Diana threw the book into the backseat. “I told you it was a bunch of nonsense.” She glanced back at the vehicle following them. “Can you lose the SUV?”

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

he revealed which surprised the human. “You mean… those from myths? How do you even know they’re real?” ‘Because I am a werewolf.’ Tyr answered in his head but immediately brush it off, afraid that Zane might hear his unspoken words again. Instead, he tore a piece of his cloth to casually wrap it around his classmate’s arm to stop the bleeding. Zane just let the other guy aid his arm as he is starting to feel the sting from the scratch. “Zeev and I moved in Tilbury to hunt rogues as they are very dangerous to humans. That’s why we are always out here during full moons because they are uncontrollable during those times,” he honestly told.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

I snapped again, hugging the diary tighter to my chest, feeling the thin pages press against my ribs. He let out a slow, shaky breath. His eyes darted to the side like he was checking if someone was listening before he finally spoke. "The Lunaris Bloom... it’s not just a plant. It’s a relic. A living thing. It’s part human... part vampire... and..." he paused, his jaw clenching like he hated the words coming out of his mouth, "part wolf." I stared at him, trying to understand what the hell he just said. "Part wolf? How does that even make sense?"

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.

Maybe he wouldn’t be friends with Nico now. Knowing of his friend’s awkward situation, that last thought, for him, was much more sad than learning about slavery. As he looked up at the ceiling, wondering, he wished he could do more to make the turn of events better for him as well as everyone else. ---------- The next day filled the young man with a subtle excitement that somehow replaced his dreaded feeling of restlessness. It could have been because he had finally turned, releasing that pent-up emotion. This would be his first day as a full-fledged werewolf.

Putting the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, she turned the shower on. Because of the excitement, she was ready in fifteen minutes. She sat in the living room, going through her F******k news feed. It was boring as usual. Most of her friends lived in the same old small town so she knew things before they were posted. There were lots of people posting about others and other annoying things. Marcus who'd moved to a big city and possibly become stupid had posted photos of him with two semi nude women in his arms. He was always posting photos with the two of them and they were all in some kind of relationships. How silly!

I say with a smile on my face, heading towards my room. ~~ Dear diary, Yesterday Rob told me how he became a werewolf. It was really interesting, turns out... you have to kill someone in order to trigger the curse. He was only 12 years old when he turned. It was only an accident. Just trying to protect his friend, then again, he was at a party he shouldn't havFe been at to begin with. Either way, it's wrong on so many levels. I'm gonna see, later today, if I can figure out if he knows the story of why vampires and werewolves have a fued. Because I don't know why, but something tells me... he does. I'm just hoping he'll tell me if he does know.

Daniel crosses his arms immediately bringing out his serious face. “I was making a research last night in my dad’s library, I found more books that explained things to me” she took out a little jotter from her backpack and we surrounded her as she opened it, there were diagrams of some creatures there, one looked like a werewolf but in a bigger form. “This", I pointed to the picture. "What is it called?”