Werewolf On A Motorcycle Novels & Stories

“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.

“So that’s it? We are all going to march towards the mansion so you could negotiate with your brother?” “It’s the only way,” I answered Frix, hoping to not sound skeptical. He gave me a doubting look and tossed one of his helmets at me. It’s lighter than I thought. But then I can’t remember the last time I drove one and seeing Frix drive one of the latest models made it a lot cooler than the thought of riding on the back of a werewolf. Yeah, I’m just trying to get some excuse to not ride on the back of Kelly’s wolf form because the thought is somehow awkward and it’s humiliating for me. Good thing Frix had saved me from the embarrassment and brought his motorcycle with him.

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.

What happened to him after our fight and how did I know to find him? It's easy getting him out of the chains. They unshackle once I touch them. It's easy carrying him out of the cave and into my car. The hard part is the ache in my chest. How somehow all of a sudden, I feel so protective of him. i drive to the nearest motel with him in the back seat of my car. I can tell he is sleeping. He seems to be having a nightmare and I just want to ease his pain. I park the car and grab a blanket. He is naked, I don't know if this is just a werewolf thing. I don't know what the hell I am doing but this is the only thing I can think of right now.

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.

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