Werewolf Rising Movie Novels & Stories

Alex couldn't but suspect the military had hand in this as, what she was looking into might have had to do with what he heared in the military camp. As Alex and Detective Charles were leaving the office, Alex's attention was caught by a group of policemen gathered around a computer screen, laughing and pointing at a video on YouTube. He moved closer, his heart sinking as he saw the clip. On the screen was a grainy, shaky video of a monstrous figure tearing through the night. Red eyes glowing, claws extended, the creature looked terrifyingly familiar. It was him, in his werewolf form, from the night before. The clip showed him running through the streets, clearly searching for something or so

His eyes started glowing brighter, a brilliant silver that lit up the night. Rising from the ground, Claud floated above the pavement, a force of nature unleashed. Lycidas was shocked. He had never seen a werewolf with so much power in all the centuries he was alive. Claud lunged at Lycidas with renewed vigor, this time using the full extent of his elemental powers. Fire and lightning crackled around him, the air buzzing with energy. He launched a torrent of flames at Lycidas, engulfing him in searing heat.

Riley The drums started before dawn. Low, rolling, like the heartbeat of something ancient and angry. By the time the sun clawed its way over the horizon, the hills were crawling with werewolves — hundreds of them. Banners snapping. Teeth gleaming. And somewhere behind them, hidden in the mist, was Alaric. I could smell him. Power, arrogance, and the faint rot of old blood. He didn’t come to parley. He came to perform.

Reyes stood near the doorway, arms crossed, eyes narrowing. “You’re telling me we’ve got live werewolves out there,” he said. “Not rumors. Not files. Breathing, moving, tearing up my city?” Evelyn didn’t blink. “Yes.” Mason dragged a hand down his face. He’d spent years interrogating liars, killers, men who thought they could bluff their way through the law. Evelyn’s eyes held none of that. There was only truth there, sharp and unrelenting. Before Reyes could speak again, the sound hit them low at first, carried by the storm, then sharper, closer. A howl. Not the kind you hear from a dog behind a chain-link fence, but something deeper, primal, enough to make the fluorescent lights overhead t

Another wolf takes the fallen one’s place, lashing out with sharp claws and teeth as Zarek defends himself. I stagger to my feet, stunned by the sight of wolves rushing to the silver cage affixed to the truck. Vampires try to cut through them, hissing as they attack the horde of wolves eager for blood. Melodic howls send a shiver up my spine, the cries of solidarity and fellowship abundantly clear. Ronan warned me ahead of time, preparing me for the sight of the ascension. Cain will feed off the energy and strength of the pack and take it into himself. Then he’ll at least stand a fighting chance.

A howl of grief. Or warning. The pack was divided. And the dark moon was rising.

Visibility kept collapsing in ugly cycles. On the upper risers, the Werewolf Queen walked into view and stopped where her pack could see her. She held her head high, eyes bright with confidence. “What would you have us do?” she called, voice carrying. The Direwolf’s laugh scraped low. “We should kill them all,” he said. “Not play with them.” Gallus answered with a blast of spray and a hard hit of sound through the sails—enough to rattle glass and make the ribs of the building complain.

Nico breathed a sigh of mixed exasperation and relief before continuing. “Okay, first things first. If you haven’t realized yet, you’re a werewolf.” Ben looked at his furry self which was sitting down on the floor. “Yeah, I guess I got that… I thought we change with the full moon, though.” “Well… Not necessarily. The full moon is merely a trigger and also a power-up. Otherwise, you guys can change anytime once you’ve turned. And from what I can see, you’ve just went through your first transformation.”

Everyone then waits for the moon to reach its height then subjects of first turns, waiting at the center ground, slowly feel the raging inside their bodies. For this honoring, Raven, along with four other male subjects, took off their upper clothes, sparing them from the turn. As the moon peaks, their body temperature also starts rising, heating their already warm body. Then in just a matter of minutes, two of them already started whimpering and groaning from the crushing bones. Raven could also feel the increasing werewolf scents from each of them, gradually becoming more and more potent. Finally, one of them tears skin, turning from toned color to dark until it grows furs of dark grey and

I added. "She just smells great. How can I stop myself from smelling her?" he answered back. "Can I compliment her? And it is a compliment. Why take it in a bad way?" he complained. Yes, we are werewolves—millennial ones. We can live as ordinary people do. We can go outside, act like one of them, and do what we need or want to do. They do not know that they are living with different creatures. We are all living with other creatures. They just do not know about it yet. No one knows, aside from the people like us who are different from them and the real people who can tell who we are.