Werewolf Silhouette Novels & Stories

Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence. "Ezra William" Selina didn't care anymore. She looked at the wolf beside her and called out a familiar name. That black-haired wolf was indeed Ezra William. It understood and leaned forward to let Selina climb up and sit on her back. Ezra commanded the remaining two wolves, "You two should dispose of her body." The other two Wolves received the order and transformed into a human to quickly clean up the body. The two wolves had now turned into two highly handsome men.

It was either she disappears and go into the city or go back to the cabinet her mother had made for days like this. The crush of leaves grew louder until the Alpha finally stepped into the narrow band of moonlight. Maria lost count of the werewolves who had paid them a dreadful visit. They wore rough clothes, leather and wool, stained, worn, and filthy. With them was a werewolf wielding a bow, an arrow nocked and aimed. He was dressed like the rest in pants and boots, his hair a tangled mess alongside the eye patch that he wore proudly. “They don’t look like they have anything to say,” a man with a flat nose said.

He espied a silhouette, wearing something like a cloak, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously. Unexpectedly, the silhouette turned, revealing a dark red cloak, which instantly turned him on and piqued his interest! He didn't know why, but he felt something was familiar with the figure. Blood flew swiftly from his heart, making his body twitched, and his wolf strangely screamed out loud in him! The moment the silhouette moved away, he growled ferociously and grinded his teeth harshly! Without thinking, he shouted in a hoarse tone, " Wait!" And he quickly ran after the unknown silhouette!

“Whatever you’re carrying, it’s like a beacon.” A low growl rolled through the mist. They froze. From the treeline emerged a shape — a wolf made of silver vapour, taller than a man, its eyes pale moons. It padded onto the trail and stopped, head cocked. Behind it, more shapes flickered in and out of the mist: a whole pack, silent, watching. Mara’s arrow creaked on the string. “Silas—” “Wait.” Silas stepped forward slowly, hands open. The runes on his arm flared brighter. “We’re looking for someone. We don’t mean harm.”

Her heart just started to calm down when she saw a big werewolf-shaped shadow walking towards the waterfall. She tried not to move and held her breath looking at the shape standing there. The shape put his nose in the air and started sniffing. He walked back and forth for a while and then stood still again looking straight at the waterfall. She saw the shape transform from a wolf into a man. She looked around the cave in panic for ways to escape. But immediately dropped her gaze back to the waterfall when she heard someone enter.

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

In the moonlit night that graced the small window of the cottage, Alpha George, a towering brown werewolf with fur as dark as the shadows, emerged from the dense woods. His eyes glowed with fierce intensity, revealing the primal rage that consumed him. His snout, stained with the blood of his recent prey, reflected the ferocity of his existence. Across the cottage, Diana sensed the impending threat.

He's bleeding on all sides and limping already. Not willing to accept defeat, I charge straight at the rogues in front of me, clawing and biting anyone within range. Right when it looked as if it was over, a thunderous howl sounded behind me. The rogues paused their assault and I was chanced to see what was going on. Hundreds of werewolves in kevlar suits were matching towards us and in front of them were Silvia, Brad, David and Samuel. The most majestic of them all was Silvia. Even while being old, standing at the center of the army, she looked like a goddess of war with her grey hair loosed and flying about her.

“We’ll exhaust ourselves.” Silas nodded. “We go steady. Use the trees for cover.” One by one, they shifted. Four wolves now stood where once stood royalty and heirs, tall, lean, powerful. Silas, in his dark grey coat with streaks of black, took the lead. Celeste followed just behind, her snowy-white form nearly blending into the world around her, her silver eyes sharp. Victoria’s wolf, dusky brown and nimble, moved beside Calix’s steel-colored form, all muscle and silence.

Her eyes widened and she tried to remove the arrow, but it stuck to her foot. You can take it off and die like your two brothers after you bleed all your blood to the ground, you can also leave it to spread the effect of poison and silver until it reaches your heart, choose what you want, cat, for me I prefer the second option in order to die slowly, and you are Sierra? The black-haired woman spoke sarcastically, turning her eyes to the blonde holding Baekhyun. "I also prefer a slow death, werewolves are just despicable creatures that eat filth and pollute the earth."