Werewolf Mc Novels & Stories

However, one night destroyed their beautiful image, they started becoming crazy. Alpha Broderick's father told him that someone controlled them that day. It was none other than the blood king, the noble vampire who hates werewolf to the bone. No one know the reason why, but one thing was certain, vampire and werewolves will always be enemy. By the time Alpha Broderick left his house, Delta Cluxx was already waiting for him. His looks different from before, he's now wearing the battle coat of their pack and look more stunning befitting that of a warrior.

Putting the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, she turned the shower on. Because of the excitement, she was ready in fifteen minutes. She sat in the living room, going through her F******k news feed. It was boring as usual. Most of her friends lived in the same old small town so she knew things before they were posted. There were lots of people posting about others and other annoying things. Marcus who'd moved to a big city and possibly become stupid had posted photos of him with two semi nude women in his arms. He was always posting photos with the two of them and they were all in some kind of relationships. How silly!

Maybe he wouldn’t be friends with Nico now. Knowing of his friend’s awkward situation, that last thought, for him, was much more sad than learning about slavery. As he looked up at the ceiling, wondering, he wished he could do more to make the turn of events better for him as well as everyone else. ---------- The next day filled the young man with a subtle excitement that somehow replaced his dreaded feeling of restlessness. It could have been because he had finally turned, releasing that pent-up emotion. This would be his first day as a full-fledged werewolf.

“Thanks.” “Too perfect. You military?” Jake raised the sleeve again. “SASR. Sniper First Class.” A grin flickered. “Who dares wins.” They said it together, a laugh cracking the tension. “This is Zak,” Jake told Kim and Jane. “Zak—Kimberly. Jane.” “Pleasure,” Zak said, crisp. Then to Kim, lower: “Keep it quiet for now, but… werewolves have overrun the city.” Kim held his stare. “You’re serious?”

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

He does. He tells me while his body is pressed against mine and his fangs are an inch from my throat and his clawed fingers are slowly, carefully uncurling from the wall to rest on my shoulders instead, and the weight of them is heavier than his hands should be because his hands aren’t entirely his hands right now. He tells me he’s a werewolf. Born, not bitten – which apparently matters – and that Dominic is the same thing, which hits me like a second shockwave before the first one has finished passing through me, and that the MC isn’t just a motorcycle club, it’s a pack.

Max cleared his throat, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. Taking a moment to observe the council members, Max noted their identities. The council comprised seven individuals: Jackson, Fenrir, Magnus, Astrid, Thalia, Ragnar, and Ruben. They were all revered Elders within the werewolf community. But Max knew their reputations didn’t necessarily reflect their true nature. Ruben and Jackson were sympathetic to Max’s cause, and he hoped to win over Thalia, the only female alpha in the council.

To: Colby McGrath, Rain Kim, Matthew Clark, Jesse Johnson, and Lia Brown From: The Werewolf Council Subject: Urgent – Final Notice Regarding Pack Affiliation Dear Colby McGrath, Rain Kim, Matthew Clark, Jesse Johnson, and Lia Brown, We hope this letter finds you in good health and with clarity of purpose. As you are aware, the formation and affiliation of packs are essential components of maintaining balance and harmony within the werewolf community. Our records indicate that your group, bonded during the recent mating cycle, has yet to finalize your pack affiliation. Under the governing regulations of the Werewolf Council, newly mated groups are required to declare their pack affiliation wi

“The others?” I watch him take a seat beside me, “Yes, the other infected wolves.” Dr Gamwell says as if I should know all of this. Zale clears his throat. “Trent was just one of more than three hundred recorded wolves that have the Rogue illness. Trent is the first wolf that has recovered.” “She’s barely recovered from Trent, and you want her to try to heal another three hundred wolves?” Dad demands, his tone is filled with disdain. He might seem calm, but I can see he’s about to lose it.