Werewolf On A Motorcycle Novels & Stories

“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.

"I just saw a huge black wolf on the path. That's all." "Were you alone?" "No, with Kessler the Idiot, but he left me stranded." "He did that? What a jerk." "Yeah, he is. Where's your car? I just want to get home." "I have a motorcycle," he says, pointing to a Ninja-style motorcycle a few meters away. "Wow, it's nice." "Don't mind riding on a motorcycle, do you?" "Not at all."

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.

He´s shirtless. “Laura. What are you doing here? Did you find Liam?” “Yes. Everything´s been sorted out with Liam now. However, something also happened last night at the Knox Manor.” “What happened?” “We were attacked by an uberwolf.” “What´s an uberwolf?” “It´s a black werewolf, only this one is far larger and stronger. It nearly took all of us down. Nolan was badly injured, although he´s okay now.” “I´m relieved that you´re all right.”

Muttering a spell under her breath Jennifer set the motorbike upright grunting and holding a hand to her bulging belly as she did so. “Are you alright?” Trevor’s croaked voice came from his naked body laying to one side. Around him were the groaning bodies of the other men of the Westies pack. The gray wolf that attacked Maggie had reverted to human form, the Alpha of the Westies pack, a tall man with a muscular build. Even in his weakened state, his back was ramrod straight as he held himself against the tree trunk and he looked ready to fight if another unexpected thing happened. Jennifer took in the sight of disarray then turned a droll stare to Trevor who shrunk at the sight of his mate’

I shout back. I extend my arm out, leaning to the left while holding on to my ride with my right. As we pass by her, she grabs my arms, and I pull her behind me, on the werewolf's back. The sudden weight shift has our ride hit the youngest wolf, who tumbles into a tree. They get back up, resuming the trot at a slower pace and limping.

To begin with, we tried to go out on physical strength. Here, on the side of me, one of our fighters transformed into a bear. He took one of the wildlings with him. Mikhail yelled to attack the remaining werewolves at his command. Enough! For the third time I was thrown back like a reed! It's not that we didn't hit them. Just for ten of our blows there was one of them - and we scattered in different directions.