Werewolf Kyle Novels & Stories

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

he nodded in respect, best friends or not, Kyle made sure to always respect Silas when they were working, but after the work hours Kyle was a whole different person with his best friend. Kyle was a handsome man, with his 6'3 height, god gifted physique, jet black hair and striking grey eyes. He had a long silver scar on the right side of his face, starting from the end of his right eye dragging all the way down to the corner of his lip. But the scar made him look all the more dangerously handsome, the silver line and grey eyes left many young female wolves panting for his attention. He wore his scar with pride and the pack never judged him for a simple line.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

He sat at the table, picked up my glass that still had some sake, and downed it all in one go, not even grimacing. — Kyle Ambrose, does Lee know about him? I looked at him. What should Lee know? Was Kyle also a werewolf? I sighed. He knew how to keep me curious, especially when it came to this new world I knew nothing about. — Let's drink and talk a bit. Then I'll leave. I won't touch you, even if you ask me to. I rolled my eyes. As if I would ask him to. After all, he might leave me alone again after sex. I sat down in the chair across from him.

Drake and Ellie each grabbed a plate of food and sat at the main breakfast bar in the kitchen, over the past two years they had become close friends and were often mistaken for being a couple by other members of the pack, it didn’t help that Drake protected Ellie with such dominance, the two began to eat as Stacy lead Kyle into the kitchen, Kyle had an outward demeanour or courage but everyone in the room could smell his nervousness, and he was right to be nervous, last night he made the decision to become a Wolf shifter, these people were going to become his family, a rather dysfunctional family but a family nonetheless.

Kelly said as she is spelling her tea on his hair, he didn't mind it, actually, he is smiling which made her throw her cup in boredom. " You get on my nerves. " She said. " Good, because you're doing the same. " He answered. " Do you have any wife? Or as you call, A Mate? Children? Is there someone you care about? I'll consider not Killing them when we go hunt some Werewolves. " Kelly asked as he hold his nerves to smile at her again. " Does that matter? You're going to kill me anyway, how cruel of you hunting Werewolves with A werewolf, the thing that a werewolf king is slaving humans, doesn't mean we are all the same, alright? "

His teeth chattered, but he turned and draped the blanket over me instead. "Mommy, go back inside..." Kyle pushed at my shoulder with trembling hands. "I'm not cold. The lady said... if I stay out all night... Daddy won't hurt you tomorrow..." "My sweet pup, she lied to you! Come inside!" I cried and reached for him again. Kyle shook his head stubbornly. With his frozen little hands, he tucked the corners of the blanket around me. His gaze was heartbreakingly determined. "I'm a werewolf. I'll protect you, Mommy... If I'm good, Daddy will come back..."

~Isabelle~ Kyle was taking forever to get back, either two things have happened, Carly has seized him as hostage until I get worried and run back to the house or Kaylee is bickering with him at the pack house because of me… he's still in terrible situation in both side, I was getting bored… I wasn't even in the mood to watch N*****x, the trees… the woods were calling me to explore, it won't hurt that much if I go right. Kyle is an alpha, he will definitely find his Luna one way or another if I ever get lost, I will just make that in case they send a search party for me, I will hide when I see Kaylee and her pack of rebel wolf, who knows they might do to me what Jacob's brothers did to him. O

"Aren't you ordinary werewolves? Are you some kind of policeman? Any foreign legions? All of you seemed trained and ready for battle. The werewolves we saw are much more devastated, which is probably why they hunt us for food. ” "Rogues," says Kellan. "He allied with rogues, that scumbag!" "Are you a soldier?" Simon asks. "I am Queen Elle Kyle," says Elle, smiling at him. "This man," she says, walking near Dominic who is waving his hand, "is King Dominic Kyle, the king of all werewolves. Those young men are my sons and their friends. What you see here is all that is strongest in our world. You don't have to be afraid. We don't mean to hurt you. On the contrary, we don't know how to thank you

And Zara moved faster than any human could track, reaching her parents before Kyle could draw the sidearm hidden under his jacket. When the emergency lights stabilized, Kyle found himself facing not a scared young woman, but an Alpha werewolf with glowing gold eyes, standing protectively over her freed parents while two massive wolves blocked the exits. "Hello, Kyle," Zara said, her voice carrying the authority of someone who had finally embraced what she was meant to be. "Let's discuss terms."