Werewolf Rising Movie Novels & Stories

Jason walks slowly up to the man holding his crossbow, as the moon rises over the ocean the volleyball player slowly and painfully transforms into a werewolf. The werewolf stands up and turns around and looks at Jason. Jason points his crossbow and fires. The werewolf dodges the arrow and climbs onto the large rocks nearby. Jason loads his crossbow with another arrow and chases the werewolf up the rocks and onto the street. The werewolf runs down the road and Jason is chasing after it. The werewolf is much faster than Jason starts to pull away from him. Jason takes aim once again and fires his arrow once again. This time he hits the werewolf in the back, the arrow point exits the chest of th

***Third Persons POV*** Nora raised her head from the sink and walked to the towel hanger at the side of the sink. She picked a blue cotton towel and dried her face with the towel by dabbing. Her eyes locked on the red moon outside the small glass window in the bunker. Her eyes glinted in anger as she mumbled "The Red Moon!!" Nora's mind quickly went back to the brutal story relating to the red full moon. Three centuries ago, a primordial Alpha werewolf, Ryker Starrk, went berserk and sexually assaulted and killed a young female vampire not knowing her lineage. Ryker Starrk was an aggressive and cruel werewolf the supernatural world has never known.

“Why isn't Jasper coming?!” My wolf groaned, "His wolf believes you are just having a nightmare but I'm telling Nyko that it's real.” Just as I reached the closed office door Lex grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me back. Covering my mouth with his meaty hand I could only whimper. The door flew open and Jasper came stepping out cracking his neck muscles as he continued walking toward Lex. “Alexander it would be wise for you to release my queen,” he asserted as his body transformed into a huge bipedal wolf with stripes of what looked like running lava.

“What is the latest development?” A man's voice came through from the other end, eager and excited. “Sir, we had a confirmed sighting. One of our scouting teams spotted a female werewolf in the woods near the small town we've been watching.” Elias’s grip on the receiver tightened slightly, though his tone remained even. “Repeat that.” “A female werewolf, sir. A young one at that. Our men tried to capture her, but… she wasn’t alone.” “What do you mean?” Elias asked in anger.

Her eyes narrow into slits, and she sniffs, “What are you doing here?” “I-I have some news!” I almost clap my hands over my mouth after I blurt it out. My sputtering has caught the attention of Robin, Niles, and Foy. I nod at them and say, “I was just in town. I saw the news, and there’s werewolf women going missing. They’re going missing and the police can’t recover them.” Robin snorts. “I wonder if they’re even trying.” Foy frowns and says, “You’re sure of this?”

The two girls chorused in unison and Riya rolled her eyes as she realized that she had been defeated. “That does not make any sense at all, would it not just be better to just run around the streets and howl at the moon like true Lycanthropy believers?” Riya said sarcastically and sat on the couch beside Issa. “Since traditionally Werewolves turn at the sighting of a full moon, and we can’t do that so we are simply paying homage to them by doing a werewolf and Lycan movie marathon. You don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to and if you are in the mood to howl at the moon you should definitely have at it.” Sheila answered cheekily and joined them on the couch.

Jake caught it mid-air— —and froze. White fire ran under Jane’s skin. Light burst from her wounds as white fur rolled across her body. She rose, an ethereal werewolf, eyes like dawn over ice. One kick sent Sara smashing through a tent frame. “Oh my God,” Kim whispered. Jake stepped in, syringe ready—then the white wolf stood between him and the wreckage, grace and fury in the same breath.

“Don’t—“ I didn’t hear the rest. The creature throws me off with a final, violent twist, and I hit the ground hard. Stars dance in my vision as I struggle to stand, my body trembling with exhaustion. The creature looms over me, its crimson eyes blazing. I could feel its breath, hot and heavy, as it prepared to strike the final blow. But…It isn’t over. Gathering every ounce of strength I have left, I push myself to my feet. My golden fur shimmering, the light grows brighter as my wolf’s power surges. The creature hesitates, just for a moment, and I take the opportunity. With a roar that echoed through the chamber, I lunged. My wolf’s golden light erupts, proceeding to engulf the creature in a

My eyes motioned to Bazaar standing in the rain. "Kill him you weakling!" he shouted infuriated. Knowing he was losing, badly. None of his men could kill Alpha Deucalion. They were no match for him. Alpha Deucalion growled with rage at Bazaar, killing the last werewolf. I covered both ears and lowered to the ground at how loud his growling was. My ears ache from the terrible sound. I hurriedly stood up and again looked through the window as I heard another fight begin.

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