Werewolf Kyle Novels & Stories

"I couldn't let you do something insane because you posed a threat to Ava and my kids." "You have no idea what I'm capable of, Rae." Kyle's features changed immediately, and he shifted into a brown wolf with jagged claws, eager to devour his prey. He lunged at Rae, surprising him, and pushed him far away, to prevent him from untying me. Just as he was ready to murder me, the black wolf pounced on him. As the wolves fought in front of my unconscious eyes, growls could be heard across the forest. Kyle fell to the ground, immobile, as Rae grabbed him by the ankle when he tried to reach me.

He shifted his eyes, and scanned the other werewolves with cold disinterest, then his red eyes fixed on my father. "I heard you were making deals with my second in command. What is it?" His voice was dark, smooth, absolutely filled with authority. I was still in disbelief. Eva, are you sure? Yes, he is our mate. He smells heavenly, and the magnetic pull confirms it, she said grumpily. I knew she wasn't happy about it either. Our mate was a vampire, and not just any vampire, but the king himself. Damn it. I tried to control myself, not to gawk at him. Dad stepped forward.

He was against revealing his wolf because he was scared of what others might want to do. "Everyone be ready. They will be here soon," Lance said Werewolves that were on our side began fighting as the ones fighting with Jacob, and Alice began to get closer. When they were close to where I stood, everyone started fighting except Keith, who stayed by me protectively. Then, two vampires came at Keith and me making KEith pull away from me and begin to fight. I watched as Keith quickly shifted into his wolf and ripped one of the werewolf hearts out of his body.

“I know he attacked me, but he was only suspicious; it’s okay to have suspicions and test out the subject.” She shrugged, lowering her shoulders as she arched her back to get a better view of the clouds. I really didn’t understand why she kept staring, but it felt more spiritual to me than physical. “Kyle is an underground agent for the Moon Hound Pack. No one knew how he communicated with them without leaving the kingdom or sending messenger wolves.” “Ultrasound!”

I felt my knees falter watching my mate lunge for Trey, the right hand man of Evan James, Trey struggled with Kyle once more for the pistol, however it was too late as Enzo’s powerful jaws gripped Kyle on the back of the neck. We could hear the bones crushing under his powerful jaws and a blood curdling scream escaped from the floundering werewolf. The struggling of his twisted body was unnatural as he howled, fighting Lucca to his final breath. Kyle snagged the pistol back from Trey and tossed it across the room as he scooted on his bottom back up to the far wall sobbing like a child.

He's always been a jolly type of werewolf but once he becomes serious, he can be dangerous. If Kasper wasn't his friend, he wouldn't give him a chance to explain his side. He would instantly show his claws and grab him in his neck. As a leader of the alpha pack, Kasper must do his job and that is to protect the werewolf village, the werewolves, and kill the ones that are a threat or do bad things to them. This is the first responsibility of an alpha leader but he didn't do his duty.

"Dad, I'm not causing any trouble. I'm looking for my mate. He came here with me tonight, but now he's gone! He must still be somewhere in our territory. Please, help me find him!" At last, Dad agreed to help search for Kyle. No matter how thoroughly they combed the territory, though, there was no trace of him. Garrett's expression was grim. "We've searched every corner of the territory and even checked the scents along the borders. There's no sign of the mate you've described." He added, "A werewolf can't just vanish into thin air. Are you sure he came here with you?" "I'm sure of it!" I said through blurred, tear-filled eyes. "I documented the entire journey. I posted photos of us in the c

Kyle growls, cuffing him around the neck and squeezing until the rogue's face turns purple. Time slows, everything happening around me taking on a dreamlike quality as I see Lester’s claws extend. My wolf rises to the surface, preparing to fight while my mind shatters as I prepare to witness Kyle’s death. No matter what he’s done, I don't want to watch him die. But I can already see the rogue’s claws piercing his chest, the only thing standing between me and his lascivious intent about to be snuffed out, leaving me to his mercy.

They had to be patient. Cheryl's voice was so quiet, even with the enhanced hearing of a Werewolf Jeff could barely hear. "Why do you want to bother with me Kyle? I'm a Werewolf without a wolf or one of my arms. If my wolf ever does decide to join with me again, I'll be a three legged wolf. How would I hunt? You'd be a laughing stock for having a mate that was a freak." She started to almost sound hysterical.

"Did you lay your eyes on anyone? Did you finalize your prey for tonight? Did you select the unlucky Bastard Mutt you want to teach the lesson tonight?" He asked, shooting questions after questions which made my already evil smirk turn deep as I told him in a husky cold voice while looking at him with my dark intense eyes which made him have goosebumps. "Yup!" Hearing my answer, Kyle was quick to ask another question in a dramatic way, feeling curious. His lips turned into a small smirk while a mischievous glint played in his eyes as he felt happiness coming at his door seeing another stinky ass werewolf getting his doom. Yeah this bastard pale faced, stinky corps fucking hates those fat ass