Novel & Cerita Werewolf On A Motorcycle

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.

The bike hit the car door, flipped in the air, and dropped with a loud bang to the ground, rolling a few laps before exploding like a bomb. Against fire and rising smoke, I saw a giant white wolf fighting with the rider of the bike. The rider was wearing a black leather jacket. His forearm was gripped by the fangs of the white wolf. He threw his arm violently, trying to shake the white wolf off his arm. When the white wolf was shaken off, he grabbed the whole sleeve of the leather jacket. That was the time when I saw it. The eagle tattoo with spreading wings. The intricate pattern of feathers, the art style...

She said, and I caressed her face with my fingers before I put on my helmet. I took Victoria's hand towards my motorcycle. I mounted my big bike right away, and I smiled when I felt her weight on my back as she settled herself, and when she put her arms around my waist, it felt so perfect, and I wanted this moment to last forever, no worries just pure happiness, but I know it will never be the case for us. We have to live and embrace our nature as werewolves.

He quickly carried the body of the wild boar on his shoulder, intending to hide the carcass of this wild boar in a discreet place, and then slowly dispose of it. However, as soon as Adam saw the carcass of the wild boar, he left. A hunter chased after him, suddenly shouting. “Don't let it run away. This is a werewolf, we must beat it to death. In the town, the head of a wolf as big as this, should at least be exchanged for several hundred gold coins.”

Then, they loaded him into the truck and went back to the mansion. A few hours later, Nicholas got the chance to have a clearer vision of the mansion when Gregory removed the black cloth from his face. He has been applying his werewolf senses to know where they were taking him. But Nicholas could barely sense anything when he was having a hard time breathing inside the tailgate of the truck. Gregory then laid his eyes on the bandage that was wrapped around Nichola's right shoulder. For him, it only proves they took the right person when Sophia once told him the guy who helped him was wounded.

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.