Werewolf Kyle Novels & Stories

Beta Ray urged, straining to hold onto Kayla. In that critical moment, fueled by a surge of rage and tapping into my wolf abilities, I rose to my feet and swiftly charged towards Kyle. The element of surprise played in my favour, and I outpaced his expectations. With claws unleashed, I tore into his throat before he could mount a defence. "Ahhhh!!" Kyle choked on his own blood, his eyes widening in disbelief at the abrupt and decisive end to his malevolent existence. As Kyle fell to his knees, blood gushing uncontrollably from his throat, a wave of mixed emotions surged within me.

“I found her wandering the woods. Alone and scared. So, I helped her and brought her back here.” “It’s nice to meet you, Sasha,” the man says, offering out his hand. I accept it. “I’m Kyle. I’m the Alpha of this pack.” “It’s nice to meet you, Kyle,” I say. “I’m so grateful to be here.” “I want to hear more about why you are here,” Kyle says, turning his attention back to Zach. “You know we’re willing to welcome in new people, but usually we discuss this first.”

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.”

“I know what you say is more or less reasonable, but if merit can make up for mistakes, those who have made a lot of merit will not hesitate to make mistakes.” My words made Mike unable to object, the other werewolves present were silent, Kevin appeared to be a little scared, but if he had been transferred by the Sun Soldier or some other rebel organization, he would have known his results. “A werewolf like you who hasn't been to the Pack House could not be able to walk in here casually and not being stopped by the bodyguards is impossible. Tell me who brought you here.” I continued to interrogate. I needed to buy time, during which time my close subordinates would find a way to make this d

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.

Kyle left the northern wastelands. While making their way back to the Silver Moon pack, the group suddenly ran into trouble. Several dark figures leaped out from behind the rocks. Leading them was John, the same werewolf who should have been locked in the dungeon. He had taken his half-wolf form, and there was a grin of delight on his face. "Didn't expect that I'd be out, huh, Kyle?" Kyle glanced at the familiar figure behind John, but his eyes showed little surprise.

“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.