Werewolf On A Motorcycle Novels & Stories

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

William had no choice but to sit across from his parents’ graves, but five minutes had gone and Leo had still not returned. William became worried and began walking in the area where the boy was running. He was relieved to see a toddler holding flowers running in his direction. However, when he noticed the child’s terrified expression, he raised his gaze and was startled to find a very familiar monstrosity. It is rather huge, with thick black fur. It possesses bleeding red eyes and lengthened, sharp fangs that drip saliva from its mouth. At the height of the waterfall, the red-eyed werewolf was sure to capture the child, but William reacted quickly. He dashed forward to deliver a strong stri

"Rosh, how many packs of werewolves are living in our area?" I asked Rosh out of my curiosity. "Why?" Rosh asked. "I am just wondering if there is another pack that caused the incident in the amusement park." I replied. "Well, I am sure some Rogues are responsible for this." Rosh replied. "Rogues?" I asked him. "Rogues are wolves that were exiled by the pack." Rosh replied. "Exiled? How?" I was really curious to learn more.

She looked at the window where three rogues were seating. The leader shifted to his human form and stood in front of her as she raised to her feet. "One future alpha gone down. Mission accomplished on earth." He said. "I'll kill you right here right now!" she roared shifting to her white werewolf. The rogue leader shifted to his wolf and together the pounce on her. Clawed punches, bites, were been exchanged, tables and glasses shattering, vessel dropping down from decoration. And the verdict of Luna was pronounced.

Red liquid and meat splattered around the area as sharp claws from two different werewolves embedded in each other. It was a bloody scene, but nothing is more bloody than Alpha Broderick's way of killing. With his monstrous size and strong paws, he swatted, bisected the enemies limbs, and even cut off their heads with his sharp claws. Corpse started to accumulate around him and the ground got covered in blood. Claw marks and wounds also started appearing on Alpha Broderick's body, there are just too many blood wolf aiming for his life. After several hours of fighting nonstop, only half of the forty plus blood wolves were left alive. Out of fear, they begun to flee for their lives.

Which made it confusing how she had done so much damage to the rogues. One of the rogues had claimed that the she-wolf had half shifted and held that half shift while fighting them. Half shift is a learned skill that few master. For an underage she-wolf to do that and inflict damage on rogues, it was impressive. I smiled. Maybe the she-wolf would be worth the trouble of an unauthorized visit to her pack.

I agreed, and she stepped closer. “Uh-uh,” I stopped her in place, stepping away from my running Harley as I grabbed her helmet off her bike’s handlebars and then grabbed a spare jacket and a pair of riding pants out of a laundry basket near the wall. “You can risk your ass on your own motorcycle all you want, but those pretty little legs aren’t going anywhere on mine without gear.” “I’m a werewolf, Merrick. I’ve got fast reflexes. If I crash, I’ll jump off the thing before I hit the ground. Hell, if I get hurt, I’ll even let you heal me.” She folded her arms.

The plan was working—dividing the horde into smaller, more manageable groups. Steve, however, was still speeding directly toward the confused center of the rogues until he spotted what they were looking for—a particularly large specimen running toward them. The creature was massive, easily twice the size of a normal werewolf, with muscles rippling beneath its mangy coat. Its jaws hung open, revealing yellowed fangs and a black tongue that lolled obscenely from its mouth. Steve took a sharp right turn, the motorcycle leaning so far over that Emma felt her heart stop. The van behind them followed, its tires kicking up dirt and gravel.

Lola’s pov, It was the day of the moon festival a couple of weeks later. The normally quiet village was buzzing with sounds. Lola walked through the fields that were filled with little stalls where people could sell things. Every stall sold something different from hand-made clothes to carved wood, to home-cooked meals. Besides the stalls, there were different areas where you could play all sorts of games. Lola saw a couple of wolves doing a strength battle with a big rope between their teeth. She rolled her eyes at the excessive display of growls and grunts and walked to the big dancefloor in the middle. There was a band playing and around the wooden dancefloor, there were lanterns in the s