Werewolf On A Motorcycle Novels & Stories

he says with a breathy laugh, his hands anchoring against my shoulders. "My wolf is getting very used to catching your frame," I tell him, slowly letting his waist go. We take a short, brisk hike over to the Nightclaw Rover. The vehicle is heavily lifted, sitting on fat, aggressive rubber tracks meant for climbing dangerous vertical trails and navigating wild pack borders. Luka walks completely around the massive frame, his eyes wide. "This machine is an absolute monster." I pull the heavy driver's door open, stepping back to leave the entrance clear. "Your wolf can take the wheel first."

The sun is bright today, but with the thick canopy overhead, only minimal light penetrates down to the ground. I quickly strip out of my clothes, hanging them on a nearby branch before shifting into my wolf form. Cautiously, I make my way around the trees, trying to pinpoint the location of the scent. A little distance away, right in the center of the cove, I can see that the underbrush has been trampled upon. I sniff at the spot, and once again, I’m uneasy about how familiar the scent seems. The scent is that of a Werewolf; I am certain of it.

Her companions, graceful and solemn, nodded in agreement, their faces alight with a serene happiness. A werewolf, Dylan large and imposing with fur matted with the grime of combat, threw back his head and howled. It was a sound of victory, of liberation, that resonated deeply in the hearts of all present. His pack joined in, their voices harmonizing in a primal anthem that spoke of endurance and triumph.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

Luckily no debris flew into my eyes. The driver panicked and looked at the scene behind him in the rearview mirror. He suddenly sped up and stopped abruptly. One werewolf fell from the car, fell to the ground, the other grabbed the door of the car, he put one hand inside the car. I immediately bared my fangs, biting him. Out of pain, he quickly withdrew his hand. Before the other werewolves had a chance to jump on board, the driver sped up. The leader of these werewolves didn't chase after us. He stood still in his original position. The car had run a long way, through the mirror, I couldn't see him clearly anymore, if I looked closely, I could only see a small point.

Rosie muttered Jacob growled while taking a sigh and looking at Ronald, who is lying there in his wolf form, before turning towards me. He looked into my eyes—he is huge, even in wolf form. Yes, I am not afraid of him anymore. "I am proud of you; don't lose your temper!" I muttered, rubbing my fingers on his soft skin. He is pure black—his wolf is associated with strength, mystery, and power. A black werewolf may be portrayed as a fierce and majestic creature, feared and respected by all who encounter it eyes are fierce while he is in his wolf form. Yellow is like the warrior and beautiful as hell.

The mention of the eyewitness that got killed piqued their interest. "Yes, it is," Joseph said, and she seemed glad. "I was in the woods picking mushrooms, facing the main road, when a huge brown alpha wolf knocked something off the road. It was fast and quick, but I saw it. It was a person on a motorcycle. The wolf bit the man and dragged him into the woods. Other wolves joined, and then a black van came and took the man with the brown wolf away along with the victim's Motorcycle. They left the corpse lying in the woods by the roadside.

He announced and Suddenly loud beating drums rang out as the huge gate that was opposite where we were standing began opening with a creaking sound. Our gaze darted to the gate and there, we saw two handsome motorcycles. The motorcycle on the left had the designs of a cheetah and I believe it belonged to Ace while the one on the right had a dripping blood design on motorcycle's body and I also guesses that it might be the bike he kept for me but I didn't like either of them. No motorcycle could ever beat my Wolf Bike. He was the best out of a million bikes. Plus I couldn't trust Ace. He might have tampered with the engines of the motorcycle or given me a low powered bike that wouldn't give m

"I am not really that important to the brotherhood. At least, I feel important to myself and the people who live around me but not to the brotherhood. I am just an old man who is yet to be covered in white, flowing beard. I am cursed with eternal youth, don't you see. It is the curse of every werewolf." Alberto sighed and pointed at a picture frame hanging freely on the wall, behind Blackwheel. It was a picture of some ancient werewolf having sex with an African woman under the moon light. Similar to the picture that Savannah Lond showed Clark and Michael at Munich. But the picture that Alberto was showing Blackwheel was kind of different than the picture Savannah Lond had shown Clark and Mi

If I couldn't get Kaela to see the truth, I would lose her forever. Three hours passed. Then my computer beeped. Marcus had sent a file. I opened it so fast the chair hit the wall. My men had found a witness a stray werewolf who lived in the alleyways near the café. He didn't trust the police, so he hadn't spoken to them. But for enough money, he talked. He said he saw Rhett behind a brick wall ten minutes before the accident, talking to a man on a black motorcycle.