Romans & histoires Werewolf

He sneered at him with his yellow glowing eyes. “I knew it!” exclaimed Detective White. This is not the first time he tased his attacker. He has seen his attackers knocked down for a few minutes when tased but this isn’t so with the man that just attacked him. He believed something supernatural was holding him when the man grabbed him and held him against the tree. Things are beginning to make sense to him now. A man with glowing eyes isn’t just a man but a supernatural creature known as a ‘werewolf.’

As the members of the Crimson Pack tensed, their instincts sharpened, and their eyes narrowed in anticipation. The air became heavy with tension as the growl reverberated through the woods, causing the very ground to vibrate beneath their feet. Rey's heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the familiar scent—a scent that stirred a mixture of fear and familiarity within her. It was the scent of a rogue werewolf, one who had abandoned all ties to packs and lived a solitary and dangerous existence.

For werewolves, the full moon is a sacred occasion. A werewolf pack congregates for their own rites in the same manner that humans might dress nicely and convene at a place of worship. The location where we meet for the Trialblazer pack is roughly an hour and a half northwest of Toronto. Two hundred acres of pristine territory where we can securely wander as the monsters we become every full moon were once home to a pack long before Canada was known as New France, at the time when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats.

The anticipation swirled within me, mingling with the adrenaline that surged through my veins. And then, emerging like phantoms from the murky darkness, a pack of werewolf raiders materialized before us. Their predatory eyes glowed with an unholy hunger, an insatiable thirst for blood. The flickering moonlight cast eerie shadows upon their lupine forms, accentuating their primal nature. These creatures, half-human, half-beast, were the embodiment of savagery and aggression.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were ca

Simultaneously, a werewolf with a muscular body and bright red eyes emerged. "Rondolf!" His deep baritone filled the room. Rondolf drew Rula up and hid her behind his broad back. "Rula, stay behind me." Rula was trembling furiously. "What do you want, Xar?" Rondolf eyed him observantly. "You shouldn't have come here." Xar is a werewolf of the Rongue type. Half of his soul has been possessed by a demon from the failure of the red moon cycle. Cruelty and brutality were the reason the herd avoided this Rongue.

Her Dad and the rest was fuzzy. “Dude, what the…” a male voice was saying from the living room, when a sound that seemed like a punch, shut him up. In one swift motion, she was up. She looked at her dressing. She was still in her skinny jeans and leather jacket. The one she wore when she returned the previous day. Werewolves were blessed with super hearing, super speed, fast healing. In another swift motion, she was at the door of her living room. The room was a mess. Broken furnitures, broken glasses, splatters of blood. Some fractures of woods sticking out from the wall.

The full moon illuminated the scene, casting an eerie, silver glow upon the tragedy unfolding before our eyes. Amidst the chaos, the colossal monster turned its attention towards me, its eyes burning with an ancient malevolence. The anguished cries of our allies continued to echo in the background as it spoke, its voice a chilling growl that reverberated through the night. "You cannot defeat me, Melvin," it snarled, its voice carrying a haunting resonance. "No matter how many allies your wolf may bring, I am the perfect definition of an immortal werewolf. I cannot be killed. Your feeble attempts to stop me will be in vain."

Alpha King's POV Jack had found the place where the suspicious werewolves were hiding, so we must go there once. That place was called Haunted Ground, one of our important enemies resided here, they called themselves Sun Soldiers. They had caused a lot of conflicts among the werewolf packs. I suspected that many people in power in the werewolf packs were related to this organization, or were even the leader of this organization. If I couldn't get rid of all the elements of this organization in my administration, I wouldn't be able to sleep well.

Se sure they are not Vampires rather than Werewolves? -----------------