Werewolf On A Motorcycle Novels & Stories

All destruction he did on his twenty-second birthday had costs a million. He was glad that only him, his dad and Reagan was there. He was so embarrassed. He didn’t know that he transformed into the Ultima wolf that time since it was also full moon. But that was the reason why he was living on a condominium right now. His mom wrote her a letter and had his condominium as a gift. Now, in front of the waiter and the menu of drinks, he just ordered a juice and told them that he’s allergic to alcohol.

Lycano said with a panic in his voice. "Really?" Accalia asked. She's making sure that her uncle wasn't wrong because for the past years she didn't encounter something like that. A werewolf only attacks a dark place. "Hurry up, Accalia! Those people will be in danger!" "Alright! I'm going. Send me the location." Accalia hurriedly goes out to the house of her uncle and rides her motorcycle. A message on the screen of her bike flashed and it was showing the location of the house. She drove her motorcycle at a speed of light until she reach her destination.

The two wolves had now turned into two highly handsome men. The people just now didn't have to run away, and they ran to find help. Because the scene they saw just now scared them a lot. But when the police and wildlife team arrived, there was no sign of the wolf. And the girl they said did not see the heart anywhere. The men also did not want to be considered a liar, so they led the police to go inside. In this forest, there is a relatively large lake. The group of people saw two men naked.

He lifted his head and howled. Three more wolves hiding in the woods joined the five as they charged out of the forest to attack me. I realized quickly that I wouldn’t be quick enough to start my bike to get away, so I slipped the backpack off my shoulders so that I could move more easily. Just as I was pulling two knives out of a holster, one in each hand, the first wolf jumped to knock me off the bike. Still straddling the motorcycle, I drove a knife into the wolf's gaping mouth and used its momentum to fling it up and over the handlebars to land on the other side of my bike.

That has me on alert. "Rus was in a fix last night," he takes a deep breath and I nod for him to continue "He called me, apparently he messed with the wrongs guys at a bar. I went over to help him. When I got there, I found out that they were wolves," I open my eyes shocked from his words. He fought with wolves. That can’t be good. "Do you know who they are?" I am worried in case its someone close to me. Shit, he talked about people dying. Did he kill my brothers?

She opened her mouth to scream when the sound of motorcycle engines roared down the street. Six bikes appeared from around the corner moving fast. They weren't Vipers. The engines sounded different. More expensive. The bikes pulled up in a half circle around Maya and the three men and suddenly the air felt different. Heavier. The riders killed their engines and the silence that followed was worse than the noise. They climbed off their bikes and Maya saw their vests. Iron Wolves MC. She didn't know if that was better or worse than the Vipers. One of them walked forward and the others followed. He was tall with dark hair and the kind of face that probably got him anything he wanted. His leathe

In the moonlit night that graced the small window of the cottage, Alpha George, a towering brown werewolf with fur as dark as the shadows, emerged from the dense woods. His eyes glowed with fierce intensity, revealing the primal rage that consumed him. His snout, stained with the blood of his recent prey, reflected the ferocity of his existence. Across the cottage, Diana sensed the impending threat.

As if conjured by some of the magic that’d given us the miracle of giant attack scorpions, a young werewolf came around the corner of the house and stopped, staring at us. “Hey,” he said. “You guys okay?” “Do you have a car?” I demanded. He raised his eyebrows and took a few steps closer. I hadn’t ever met this guy, but he looked like he might be one of the pack’s mechanics, given the grease stains on his jeans and white t-shirt. “Yeah? I mean, we have a few. Oh, right, yours got crashed.” “Yes, it did. A hundred bucks if you drive me to Lancaster right now.”

I woke up to the smell of burnt instant coffee. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or the stress. But then the sharp throb in my head reminded me, nope, not a dream. I actually met a werewolf. And the man, the wolf-king, apparently was standing by the window, arms crossed, staring out like he was expecting war to march right up the street. I sat up on the couch, blinking. He turned his head slightly. “You’re awake.”

"Their loyalties have returned to you. I invested years cultivating their attention only to lose it overnight." "Why?!" Her face appeared bloodless, her eyes dark with fatigue. She seemed truly ill, though whether from genuine moon-sickness or the consequences of her deceptions remained unclear. When I discovered she carried Dominic's pups, he lifted me in his arms and spun me in circles of joy. I shared their happiness across pack communication channels. Derek contacted me within the hour. "Axel suffered a territory accident," he said without preamble. I learned that upon discovering her pregnancy, Axel had consumed wolfsbane-laced liquor and lost control while racing through the hunting gr