Werewolf Silhouette Novels & Stories

He was talking over to Judith, the moment I stood up though, he stopped and glanced at me. The closer I step towards them, I see myself looking up. Silas towered over me, but Han would probably tower over him. With his hood down, I could see that he has a scar on his forehead, just above his left eye, and this was covered partially by his black hair. I should probably stop staring but I’m drawn to the scar on his forehead. Werewolves don’t scar. They heal immediately. Unless the wound was deep and almost killed you. I find my hand landing on the base of my stomach. My own scar throbbing at the sight.

The metal collar was an object with ten big needles, going into the Wolf's skin where the liquid silver running through the needles to the wolf's system and weakens it. She took a step back and turned around. Ethan's words echoing in her mind. The vampires lifted Ethan's cage to the sky. A great army of vampire stood behind Drake and Alexa. "For our lost glory!" Drake yelled a hand up before opening the portal. As the sky cleared, it came with the image of large numbers of werewolves in their battle suit holding weapons. With alpha Williams at the head of the werewolf. Drake smirk. "We're back to it! Dogs versus gods! And we all know who will win." He stretched out his hands and the 45th vam

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

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.

When we reached Alex and Talia, they both got up. “Congrats, Wulfric.” Alex put out his right hand to Blake to shake, and I had to do a double take when I noticed his pinky was missing and the skin was raised in pinkish-red rings around his other fingers, as if he’d been cut and the wound never fully healed. I didn’t even know it was possible for a werewolf to scar. “What happened to your hand?” Blake asked, clearly noticing the same thing right before he took it. “Lost a finger.” Alex gave a sheepish smile.

I could not help but recognize her, although I had never seen Leah the she-wolf. Black, small female with silver-tipped tail and ears. And the ears are a feast for the eyes, as if sprinkled with silver paint. Leah my! I ran, pursued with the thought: how could I not understand, not smell for so long. Now the outskirts of the forest, the she-wolf quickly crossed the edge, and at full speed rushed to the familiar house, disappeared around the corner. Having run the last meters, returning his human form on the move, he ran up the steps of the porch and slowly walked through the open doors and slowly entered the room, where the she-wolf crouched down and bared her teeth, whipping her sides in ir

He could feel the raw power emanating from another werewolf, a fellow rogue like himself. Curiosity mingled with caution as he set out to find the source of the disturbance. Guided by his heightened senses, Marcus followed the scent of his newfound adversary deeper into the heart of Silverwood. The sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls filled the air, creating an eerie symphony that echoed through the forest. Finally, Marcus emerged into a small clearing, bathed in silver moonlight. There, standing at the center, was a formidable figure—a massive werewolf with fur as black as the night itself. Its eyes glowed with an intense amber light, reflecting a primal hunger for power.

She couldn't help but open her eyes and saw that the small cat had stopped the enormous werewolf! At this moment, countless amber rays of light and intricate glowing patterns emanated from the weak kitten, resembling a fabric that bound the werewolf, preventing him from reaching them. All the cat's fur stood on end, and its green eyes fearlessly stared at the werewolf. The werewolf's arms were bound, and after a while, he let out a sinister smile: "Just a circus trick." A flash of purple light appeared in his eyes, and his fingers grew sharp claws, slashing through the amber light rays with a "swish swish" sound!

He yells out overr the sound of Ashs screams. Slow motion was in full swing as we all witnessed the shift right before our very eyes. First, light gray fur starting sprouting all over her body from herarms to her legs, well pretty much everywhere. Nate and Chris tried their best to keep Toni and Kim as calm as possible while I tend to Ash and Paul watches on just incase he is needed. After what seems like hours, but really has only been minutes, Ash is fully transformed into a beautiful light gray, almost white wolf with a black marking on her forhead that is the shape of a half moon.

It’s a silence with dread, a prelude to an impending peril. I inadvertently turn my gaze to the direction of the balcony. Through the curtains, three dark, hulking figures lurk, their eyes gleaming with a malevolent hunger. “No!” I yell. At the exact moment my word explodes out of my trembling lips, the balcony doors swing open with a violent gust of wind, and a chilling breeze sweeps through the living area. I watch in horrified disbelief as three monstrous figures emerge from the shadows, their eyes aglow with death. These are no ordinary intruders. They are werewolves, their hulking forms silhouetted against the moonlit night. The wolves advance with a predatory grace, their muscles rippl