Werewolf San Diego Reviews Novels & Stories

The jagged, uneven lines stretch across the skin, deep and raw, like something had slashed through it with savage force. The edges are torn, the skin raised and bruised with a dark, brownish-red hue where the tear occurred—an unmistakable sign of claws. I don’t need to be told twice. Werewolves. The realization hits me like a wave crashing over the shore at La Casa del Papa beach—it is sudden, overwhelming, and relentless, sweeping away any semblance of calm I had left. So I’m not the only one. There are others out there, causing the troubles I’ve avoided throughout my three years stay in Seattle.

But I didn’t let it show. Then—I saw him. On TV. The man with the arctic smile and bottomless wallet. The one who paid my tuition with a blank check and zero emotion. He was shaking hands and donating homes to the poor, the media eating it up like candy. But my gut twisted. Because I remembered what Eva told me—Every elite in San Francisco is either a werewolf or a vampire. The screen flashed a location, just for a second. But it was enough. I memorized it like oxygen.

“Some deltas are living in town. We usually stay with them if we need to do something down there.” “Hmm… I see.” “Who knows? You might have encountered a werewolf in Tilbury without you knowing. Our kinds blend really well with humans.” Zeev faintly chuckled, finishing his share of meal. “Yeah. But you really have a potent smell than humans. I haven’t paid much attention to other people’s pheromones before until you guys came.” Zane shared his perspective to the two werewolves. “Or was it because you’re already drawn in at Tyr back when we first saw you and Keira in the forest?”

Cali yelled at them. I was so surprised by the action. A werewolf was protecting me from his own kind when my kind agreed to burn me. Werewolves were much better than us humans. Cali took my hand. I smiled thankfully at her and soon we began walking around the land. It felt great coming from the house for I was not used to being in the house all day. I was happy I had agreed to tour her home with her. It was a long walk with her to a large field. We sat in the grass while a cool win blew past her. Back at home, I had wished to be out of the open. I couldn't believe I was experiencing it now. It felt like a dream.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.

Dell pleaded while Dante stood behind me bragging to Dell that he cannot touch him, Dell got tired of him and went back to sit down, while Dante dragged me to go sit with him. “Dell you wanted to make a suggestion about our vacation?” Jade asked him and Dell nodded. “I was thinking what if we visit the mountains” “Huh? Hiking?!” Dante yelled in fear, “Are you afraid?” Dell teased “Of course not, but what if we meet wild animals?” “You're a werewolf, why should you be afraid of wild animals?” Dell glared at him

"Crescent City is the furthest I've ever been from home." "Ah," his grin broadens. "After this trip, we need to plan a grand adventure." As the painted rocks surrounding the clear blue lake glisten in the fading sun, I hold my breath as the plane slowly descends. Upriver in the distance a gleaming city sparkles in welcome, its tall spires scraping the sky. "Welcome to Moon River," Sly squeezes my hand, reminding me to breathe. "The werewolf capital of the West."

I went to my music player and put on my favorite music by Maria Carey, which was titled Hero. Heaving a deep breath, I thought of my life as the song played in my ears. My life was no bed of roses. After the death of my mother, dad became devastated and went into drinking, thereby losing himself and everything he had worked for. I went to stay with my aunt in San Francisco, but never felt at home due to the way humans were being treated there. The city of San Francisco is popularly known as the city of the werewolves because the werewolves occupy 96 percent of the town. The werewolves govern the city, and cities that are being ruled by the werewolves are known as the most prosperous and weal