Werewolf San Diego Photos Novels & Stories

"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

Reagan frowned as he keeps on looking on each of the pictures. "Where's the blood? The crime scene looks neat after all. As if the culprits could clean a lot of blood in an instant. Not to mention there are a lot of people on that club. It's quite suspicious that no one would notice that these teens were being murdered." Yomiel explained as he rubbed his chin while he was reading the documents and other crime pictures. “Maybe they used a bag? As if vampires were real or those Chupacabra. What kind of a Chupacabra would even go on a bar?” Reagan said jokingly.

He shrugs his shoulder and gets inside the house. *** "Where are they now?" Accalia asks immediately when she gets into the underground office of her uncle. "They're moving to different places," Lycano said while showing Accalia the photos he got from his own CCTV and special cameras that can detect werewolves from miles. Several werewolves are now wandering to a different place near the dark alley. No one can't seem to know that they are on the rooftop of their houses, in their backyard, and on a dark street.

Laughter emanates from them like this is fun for them. I hear their footsteps before I see them, they are three in total. Dressed in long capes. I see a logo on their shirt. I decipher it immediately; a wolf being beheaded. I know Eligio mentioned something about him not being alone in this but I didn’t expect this. "A vampire in the den of the wolves," one of them smirks. I am angry right now. So angry that I am one of them, that I am a vampire. I have never hated being a vampire as much as I do at this moment.

The sight that met her eyes made the air vanish from her lungs. It was a massacre in motion. In the center of the clearing, four massive wolves were locked in a savage, swirling dance of violence. They weren't fighting like animals; they fought with a terrifying, calculated precision. Snarls ripped through the air, wet and guttural. One wolf, a lean, grey beast with a notched ear, lunged for the throat of a smaller tan wolf. But before he could make contact, a blur of midnight black intercepted him. It was the wolf from the road. Zayden.

Even the council elders had never seen anything like this; their stunned expressions matched mine and Father’s. Stepmother’s jaw was also hanging wide. More werewolves gathered around us, and the murmurs spread like wildfire. “Who is this guy? I’ve never heard of an Omega like him in the Alliance.” “I heard he migrated from the Southern Wastelands.” “The Wastelands? That barren dump?” “Who cares? Miss Elara sure lucked out. Even some Golden Lycans can’t afford a display like this.”

I laughed as I looked at the image of the snow demon. Both visions disappeared and the image of my she-wolf remained in front of me. So she was talking to me? The she-wolf turned her head to one side and there appeared the image of the black wolf Michael in animal essence. He looked at my moon, not tearing his fiery gaze. But the moon turned away in the opposite direction, where the image of the snow demon, Marun, appeared. He was also in his true essence as a demonic beast. The white wolf also looked intently into the eyes of my she-wolf. There was snow in his eyes. The moon turned away from him in my direction, thereby making it clear that it was still up to me to choose.

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.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Moon closed his eyes to block the tears in his eyes from falling. "Kurgi and I were hunted for a couple hundred years before meeting up with Anatashi and her pack. She invited us in with arms wide open. We stayed and life settled down for us. Not too long after, at least for us, maybe a couple centuries later, we started hearing rumors of another wolf foolishly challenging Nature. The Dark Alpha of Sakura," he looked Rex dead in the eyes, not allowing him to look away, he continued speaking,