Werewolf Looking Dog Novels & Stories

Thalia… Oh, this was interesting but things became even more interesting when he saw another werewolf. This one was a male with silver eyes and a jacket on. He could see the name of a pack on the jacket. Hellhounds. Lucien was familiar with them and judging by one of the symbols on the jacket this was their Beta. He saw the beta pick the girl up, a current of electricity erupting the moment there was skin contact.

He immediately finds the cameras on the third floor. He is now looking at Accalia who's walking carefully but something caught his attention. "Accalia! The werewolf is in the wall!" he said while panicking. After what her uncle said Accalia immediately look at her upper part. The werewolf smirk as he gets down to the wall. His form is a big human-wolf with a fur of a wolf that is colored black and gray. He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front.

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

The two wolves collided with a force that echoed through the night, growls and snarls reverberating in the air as they engaged in a fierce battle for dominance. Claws slashed and jaws clamped down, each werewolf fighting for dominance. Their bodies weaved and twisted, an intricate dance of strength and agility. The moon cast an ethereal glow upon their intense struggle, illuminating the wildness etched into their features. As their battle raged on, the other werewolf, fueled by instinct, attempted to deliver a crushing blow. But at that moment, Alpha William's eyes met his opponent's, and a flicker of recognition sparked within him. The realization dawned that he was not fighting a rogue, bu

Joseph took the paper from Alexander’s hand and smacked him lightly, imitating the one his master did earlier. “Hey! What gives? So what if I forgot? You remembered it, anyway.” “That is not the point, Sir.” “Whatever! So, what’s up with that guy?” “He’s a werewolf. He just turned earlier.” Alexander stared at Joseph for a few seconds. “Really?” he asked. “Positive, sir. The scent I picked up couldn’t have been Nicodemus. I know his well enough. And John’s as well.” “I see…” “There’s also another interesting piece of information that I’ve gathered. It seems that this friend of Nicodemus’ doesn’t have that… mark.”

Marx moved through the pack, their backs now to the wall and the enemy clawing beyond. In front of them stood the giant werewolf he and Ava had seen at the manor. The thought that it might be Lochlan had him taking a step closer before he stopped. It was a hope, not a fact. What if it wasn’t? The massive beast stepped forward. Where its eyes should have been was dark obsidian. As the massive beast came closer, the pack behind Marx shifted restlessly. He raised a hand to calm them. Stopping beside him, the beast looked to its right at Marx. The obsidian cleared revealing the eyes of someone he knew. He gasped. A second later, the eyes went obsidian black before it walked away. It stopped in f

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.

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

“It's curfew. You shouldn't be out. You know there's a punishment for that, right?” I looked back at where that creature had appeared. It was a large dog with black fur. No, that didn't look like a dog at all. It was too sinister to be one. It looked more like a wolf. A werewolf, perhaps, as it had distinct features. Was that how a werewolf looked, truly? I gulped, pushing back the lump finding its way up my throat. Where did it go? Did I imagine it trying to attack me? “I asked you a question,” Professor Jaxon's firm voice broke through my thoughts.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the werewolf pack gathered in the heart of Luka's territory, their eyes ablaze with determination. Ardolf, a towering figure with a mane of jet-black fur, exchanged a knowing glance with Brian, his trusted lieutenant. Athena, with her sleek silver coat and piercing amber eyes, stood by their side, ready for the impending battle. Behind them, the rest of their pack, a formidable force of loyal warriors, awaited the signal.