Werewolf Leon Novels & Stories

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

Leon transformed into a small white wolf again and jumped on my stretcher. I was so amazed by the fact that he could shift into a wolf almost effortlessly every time he wanted. He looked much younger than I was, not more than 15 years old. I could tell that he was a very powerful werewolf for his age. Leon jumped on my stretcher and lay on his stomach next to me. Then, he wrapped his tail around my body tightly. He stuck his head underneath my arm. Then, he rolled around next to me, acting like a spoiled child, looking up at me with a pair of twinkling eyes.

"Aren't you cursed? Aren't you unable to mark anyone?" "Unable to mark?" Leon laughed. "Who told you that?" He turned toward the door and snapped his fingers. Several werewolves immediately walked toward Lily. "What are you doing?" Lily screamed. "Edmund! Help me!" Edmund stepped in front of her. "Leon! What do you think you're doing? This isn't Norfolk Pack's territory!" Leon casually adjusted his cufflinks. Only then did I notice he was wearing the cufflinks I bought. "So what?" he asked with a soft chuckle.

Not even a screen was pulling his attention away. "That place is so creepy! I feel like I'm being watched by the ghosts of your ancestors around every corner," I said, stretching my legs. "I'm a modern-day werewolf, Leon. I need an internet connection and a view that doesn't make me want to check if there's a vampire under my bed." A quiet chuckle came from Leon. Not the kind he saves for boardrooms and handshakes. This one felt real, tugging something odd behind my ribs. Rora stirred within, humming low like she recognized the rhythm in his voice.

I barked at Leon, and he flinched at my cold voice. "Mia," Leon turned to face me, understanding my anger. "I'm sorry if I offended you. I know you're mad at me. I'll find time to explain everything to you," Leon said, taking a step closer to me again. As he wore a black shirt and trousers, I noticed his favorite color was black, to remind me that he was a "bad boy." Only during school hours do I see him and his brothers wearing white. What had I expected from a werewolf Alpha? I guess he is the Prince of wolves.

They only appear once in decades when they are out to find their mates or when there's an uprising. Pure – Blooded werewolves are born to rule, they are naturally Alpha's who are almost invisible. Some say they are immortal's because they age slowly compared to other wolves and not just any weapon could kill them. But that wasn't the case for Leon, he was something more than that. Different from other pure bloods. There was something dark in him, more sinister that no one can comprehend. Which was why Leon was standing there, glaring at him, so he could test out weapons that could hurt him.

“Well, you see, just as I got ready, I received a call from Jordan, who informed me that a rogue werewolf has been murdering people around the town, and after that, he added that Leonel was back in town—” “Wait, how are these two topics connected?” “Well, it's because Leonel is also a rogue,” he stated, his voice laced with regret. “Although he does like to address himself as a lone wolf. But he is actually a rogue. He ran away from our pack and settled down in another city.” “Why did he run away?”

"You two look different, as well, don’t you?" Leon’s expression was still frozen with shock, his brows sharply furrowed as he toggled between her and Rhye. His answer was a distraction: "No, only the purebloods have a werewolf version of them; I do have a wolf though, but not like... him." He pointed at Rhye as he tried his best to hide the disappointment and his hatred for purebloods. Leon opened his mouth to say something else, likely to question how she’d unglamor Alpha Rhye, judging from his speculative look, but she beat him.

He also did not know, this was the fresh blood of the wild boar he ate last night, or the blood of the unfortunate hunters, whom he killed in anger. But Adam knew that his situation was really dangerous right now. After breaking free from his werewolf status, Adam could feel the strength in his body weakening. Besides, he also had a kind of feeling of extreme weakness. This is the time when Adam will be in greatest danger. Because, he is also not a true werewolf, he cannot transform himself, only thanks to the moonlit night can he regain his strength. “Wow ooh…” A wolf howled outside the cliff, temporarily making Adam's mood become anxious and panicked. He knew very well that if a wolf passe

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.