Werewolf Red Riding Hood Novels & Stories

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

I asked, pretending to have forgotten. Sir Wilson nodded, his eyes distant. “They have every characteristic of a crimson werewolf. Their furs are pure red, their size is double the size of a normal werewolf but there was something different about them…” I looked at him, my brows squeezed, confusion evident on my face. “What do you mean?” Sir Wilson took a breath, using his hands to demonstrate as he talked, “You see… when a crimson transforms into their wolf, they’re completely red, even their eyes, right?”

said Aldres, "such a shame that I don't see any reason for that." But unknown to Aldres, he had truly angered Edward. Within what felt like three seconds, a gigantic red werewolf emerged from the direction where Aldres had kicked Edward to. Its eyes beamed red, and long sharp fangs hung by its jaw, displaying its ferocity. It swept its claws against a tree and it sliced into two. "Oh! Exhilarating!" Alfred laughed. But before he could say one more word, the red wolf which was Edward's true form, was behind him. The next thing he knew, one of his arms had been ripped off.

It seemed that the five werewolves were fighting two other werewolves who were attacking fiercely. One of the werewolves had gray fur that almost resembled silver when exposed to the reflected light from the flames. My heart jumped inside my chest because I saw her in the Valdivian forest a few weeks ago. It was Vincent's wolf. My body was trembling because of the relief and fear that was raging at this moment. I tried to squint my eyes to identify the brown wolf attacking with the wolf Vincent, for a moment I thought it was Alex. But after seeing the different shape I realized it was Jake's wolf, even though they were both brown but lighter in color than Alex's wolf.

The alpha king glared at him. " You dare stand before me and speak of my death. Do you know what this place is? This was where I killed the old lady. Sophia witnessed it and ran. This place was where you had your first meeting to dethrone me. " He paused and smiled. " And this is where I will start clipping your wings. I let you fly too high. " " What?" Ruckus smiled. " Try and see." " Do you know how strong a werewolf can become after killing?" The alpha king released his claws and started walking to the oak tree.

They just walked on as if nothing special happened when something of a special and celebratory nature had happened. The werewolves had defeated the vampires but these last set of warriors acted as if nothing of that sort had happened. The most notable of all the warriors of the Malreux Wolf Pack was the head warrior, and it was only right that he was the most notable since he was the leader of the rest of the warriors and the one who had led them to victory.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

Cruella whispered, her voice filled with fear and her expression laced with same. Liam’s eyes narrowed as he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist to shield her. He wasn’t just the Alpha—he was something far more dangerous. And whatever was coming, it wasn’t something she was prepared for. The shadow grew larger, and in the blink of an eye, a figure stepped into the clearing. It was a man, no, a beast, his eyes glowing with a malevolent red light, his body massive and rippling with muscle. Cruella’s breath caught in her throat. This was no ordinary wolf. This was a creature of pure destruction.

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele