Werewolf Kyle Novels & Stories

Snatching herself out of Sirius body, Raven fell to the floor, watching as his wolf eyes stared at her, with so much sadness, pain. Plea. "I need you." He said lowly, but she heard it like bells were ringing in her head. Shutting her eyes, she said, "He needs me more, and I owe it to him, I'm so sorry." And then she was out the door, running. * Kyle was not created to worry. He was created to be a Sunshine doll, a beautiful thing to behold and get blinded by. Axel was bloody dimming his light! After managing to roll a wheelchair into his hotel room without too many eyes asking questions, except this old man that asked who he was going to get until Kyle replied he had fucked the old man's wif

The wolf began to walk in and I heard Alexa and Nicole whimper. “You have some audacity to still keep moving! I’m the son of Alpha Gabriel! You’ll regret what you’ve done!” I felt him staring into my soul and it terrified me more that I couldn’t even see his eyes. Kyle screamed, releasing his claws and going in to attack the wolf. A single blow into Kyle’s head sent him flying to the nearest wall, knocking him out immediately. Alexa and Nicole screamed, but they screamed louder when he went towards them, destroying all the equipment that was meant to protect them and caring less if they were injured in the process.

He enjoyed the attention. “I’m tired of keeping the boy in the dark,” I said. “It’s for his own safety. Zach, there are werewolves and vampires in this town. Rafael is a blood sucking vampire.” Rafael’s face changed, veins lining the skin below his lower eyelids became visible, gray-ish under pale skin. He opened his mouth wide, flashing long sharp fangs at me. Hannah screamed, standing and pulling Zach into her arms. She staggered back and made him stand behind her.

He was eating this story up. “Well, turns out it was a werewolf named Kevin Sung. He liked eating fresh heart meat. Instead of hunting deer or elk or some other wildlife, he realized it was easier to hunt humans. He liked overweight, male hearts and figured rest stops were the fastest way to get them. Authorities figured out it was a werewolf, so they hired me.”

“You all say what you're doing is for the good of our pack, for the werewolf community, but I can't read all of your thoughts, and I can't guess. Your words are partly true, partly false. Only your actions can prove that you are truly contributing to the Blue Sea pack, to the werewolf community. Even if you really want to contribute, you can harm a lot of people in the pack as long as you act on your feelings or be a little negligent, you can harm a lot of people in the pack, do you understand?” All the werewolves bowed their heads. I continued to speak. “Today, because of their negligence, they let an unidentified werewolf break into the Pack House. If he is one with bad intentions, we will

Chloe added. “I haven't really spoken to him,” Kayla said, which wasn't entirely a lie. They all started talking about how creepy and scary Derrick was, and Kayla took another glance at Lucas. Something hit her then, and her eyes grew wide. That scar! She remembered the nightmares she kept having. The werewolf that always chased her has a deep scar running from its eyebrows to the corner of its eyes. Just like Lucas. Kayla shook her head as she pictured the dark brown animal with deep eyes that had been trying to bite her.

I pressed my lips to the top of his head, then ran my hand slowly through his hair as I did each morning. Strands of his hair came away between my fingers. My entire body quivered with fear as I pulled away from Kyle, hiding the hair strands in my fist. “What are you drawing?” I cleared my throat, fighting the tears clouding my vision. “I'm drawing a wolf.” Kyle answered seriously, tilting his sketchbook towards me. The wolf was dark and large, with glinting silver eyes. It was ironic that he was drawing a wolf, while completely unaware of his werewolf heritage.

“No. I just needed to distract you long enough for Damon to rip your throat out.” His smile faltered, just for a moment. Then he straightened, dragging me up by the collar like I weighed nothing. “Maybe I won’t kill you,” Kyle mused. “Maybe I’ll use you.” “Not happening,” I snarled, my wolf surging. I swung at him, claws grazing his jaw. He cursed and slammed me into the wall so hard my vision went black for a second. When it cleared, I saw his eyes, cold, calculating, and I knew I wasn’t making it out tonight.

I told her. "Oh...," retorted Cali. "You to have understood that my brother doesn't need your help, he doesn't even want mine either," said Cali. "He just feels protective of us," she again told me. I nodded. Cali went on her way leaving my room. "Do werewolves rejects their own mate?" I had to ask recollecting what Kate had said. "Yes, they do sometimes," said Cali. I didn't expect Alpha Deucalion to do so to Kate. I mean she was a beauty anyone would have wanted.

One of the rogues launches at him, trying to bite into his neck, Kyle tries to put up a fight, but his omega wolf is no match to the rogue. They are so close to us that I manage to drag my silver knife, which is also sunk in wolfsbane, and stab it directly into the rogue's throat. I only get one shot, and thanks to God, I manage to aim it right into his aorta; the wolfsbane does the rest. He wasn't expecting me to attack; he didn't pay any attention to me. I try to drag Kyle a little bit away; he whimpers and shifts into his human form. I hold him and Lyra, twins, near us as I can see that three rogues are dead, but we are at the mercy of others.