Werewolf On A Motorcycle Novels & Stories

But I remember saying it once and I meant it more now than ever- I was done running. When he opened the door at my side and helped me down with his hand, I was reminded that I wasn't alone. Even if the feelings were isolating, I didn't have to pretend certain details didn't exist just to save face of being sane. After all, I was returning to the town I died in with a werewolf leading me into a truck-stop-slash-diner in a car we'd stolen from poachers now left dead. This was the most sane thing to happen. Greeted by a young woman with piercings setting her apart from the other fresh-faced employees, we were seated in a rear booth overlooking the establishment as Grey requested. In view of the

Luckily, the third wolf came and attacked Irene from behind. Irene was thrown to the ground, but she got up quickly. Her four paws were planted firmly. She prepared herself for what she knew would be an increasingly brutal fight. The fourth and fifth wolves ran toward Irene at the same time. They jumped, aiming their claws at Irene's face and chest. Irene growled, ready to meet the attack, but suddenly the roar of a motorcycle engine was heard loudly. Thad arrived. His motorcycle was racing at an incredible speed. He aimed it at the wolves that were about to attack Irene. He stood up and stood on the motorcycle. Then, with incredible speed and agility, he jumped while hurling the motorcycle

Heimdal zipped to me just as I looked to find a huge boulder coming towards me. He stopped it with his hands and superior strength, dropping it gently before him. The boulder was as large as an oil truck. “That was clo…” he was still talking when the boulder exploded, sending us flying around the mountain. I watched V and Heimdal fall off the cliff with so many rogues while I stayed with the remaining rogues who were already passed out. I got to my feet to see a huge werewolf in its animal form walking towards me. Its eyes glowed red with its white coat blending with the environment.

Roger walks over to her and goes down on his knees, "Jessica I need to tell you something, I'm not a normal guy, there is something different about me. Fifty years ago, I was hiking in the mountains of Romania and got attacked by an animal, I lost a lot of blood and was in the hospital for weeks on the edge of life, then suddenly I started healing fast, the doctors were at a loss and couldn't explain it. I left the hospital as if nothing happened. That night I was visited by a strange man who told me it was him that attacked me and that he was a werewolf, I laughed it off but he transformed in from of me and told me that soon I will be able to do the same. That moment I was scared out of my

He started laughing at the wolf who was staring at him. “Turn,” Raphael said. The animal shook his head. Raphael pulled out a wooden stake and held out some leaves. He threw some silvery content at the wolf and it shrunk away. “Lolita,” Raphael said. The wolf’s body physically drooped, as if admitting defeat. I thought it was weird that he was talking to a wild animal and it was listening to him. Then I remembered the wolf at the mayors. Did the people of Arthforde keep wolves as pets?

“You would not happen to know where I can find a gathering of disgruntled werewolves who want to kill the Alphas would you?” “You lost?” a buff looking man with a mohawk grunted as he glared at me from head to toe. “I am sure I am in the right place; I just need a little direction is all.” I replied with a smile. “She is not a werewolf,” another added as he leaned forward to sniff at me from his motorcycle. “What the fuck is she?” I smiled widely. “How about I find out what sort of creature she is, fellas, I am bored, need me some entertainment.” Mohawk said and got of his Motorcycle.

“It was good knowing you.” In a minute, that gorgeous bike would be smashed to smithereens. The thing with werewolf motorbike races–it started with a motorbike and ended in wolf form. The rule was that halfway through the race, the bikers would shift into their wolf and do the final round of the race. Extra points for those who ruin their bikes in the process. It sounded messed up, but to witness those giant beasts as they shifted and smashed the living daylights out of a metal machine their size was a thrill beyond comparison.

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

The pack of wolves who wore special bikes for the race easily overtook the pace of Addy's motorcycle. Alpha Addy immediately hit the brakes when the werewolf herd managed to cut off the road, so he immediately stopped the motorcycle engine. “Addy, how is this going?” Serry didn't let go of her embrace in the Alpha's stomach. Her heart skipped a beat as the werewolf's face appeared to be grinning, disdainfully.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.