Werewolf Sitting By Tree Novels & Stories

My every movement makes her groan in pain, her blood dripping down my body, but there’s no way I’m slowing down. It probably looks ridiculous. Me carrying a woman so much stronger than me up the tree, but oh well. When we get to the first, sturdiest branch I can find, I put her down, sitting with her back against the tree and legs dangling off the sides. She’s still conscious, luckily. But her healing is way too slow for my liking. These stupid werewolf genes…

I figured at any minute Trevor would bound up behind us and give us a run for our money home but I didn't even hear footsteps anywhere near us. X circled around a large willow tree. It was like one from a fairy tale big and beautiful the vines creating a private area near the trunk. X decided we would wait for Trevor there. She laid down under the tree belly up looking at the fines coming around. It was about dusk and lighting bugs were around and lighting up with willow tree. The tree was beautiful. I heard someone approaching. X turns over expecting to see Trevor but we dont sense him or smell his scent instead, I smell another wolf. Not pack or at least not one I had met. Someone is lurki

Prim responded with pride in her voice. Stepping closer to the mirror to take a look, the image is a grey-looking wolf sitting on it's hind legs howling up at the full moon above an oak tree. The strange thing about the mark was that there weren't any leaves on the tree. I made a mental note to talk to Tyler about it later.

He gritted his teeth, attempting a sarcastic wordplay, but I effortlessly outsmarted him, earning a smirk of victory. Finally, we arrived at Dark Groove, an ominous place with an intense aura. The vast land was scattered with large metal containers and tall trees with long branches. The scene was adorned with scattered leaves, painting an eerie picture. Summoning my werewolf powers, I let out a powerful roar, hoping to draw the attention of whatever lurked in the darkness. Bats hidden in the trees took flight in fear, their wings flapping noisily. Adam let out a sigh and joined in the humor, saying, “Well, that certainly got their attention.”

After swimming, I sat under a tree to rest for a while, trying to get proper sleep. ‘Wake up!’ Liya ordered, and slowly I opened my eyes, feeling the cool air of the night. The moon made the forest into a blue haze as I slowly lifted my body and rubbed my eyes. Small ants fell from my chin and onto my hair as I blinked a few times. My body shook softly as I leaned against my hand, dumbfounded for a moment until I smelled them. My eyes widened as I looked at the three wolves in front of me, all of them baring their canines as they looked at me. The one in the middle shifted into a human and crossed his arms, and glared down at me. “What are you doing here? You are in our territory!” he said w

I didn't take my eyes off him, who was changing behind a tree to his oak wolf, and I saw him come up to me and rub his head against me in an act of longing. - Someone has no respect for others. - Nudity for a werewolf is the same thing as cleaning, it's routine and no one should be ashamed or reprimanded for doing it. And you were behind a tree. Unfortunately? - Whatever. I'm glad to have you again, I mean, see you. -He says sitting down and puts his paw on my head as if he were going to mess up my hair, if he were in human form. - Come, I'll take it and you have fun. - Gets up - Should I consider that a serial killer didn't kill an annoying brat at his request or demand? -I stretch looking

It was like a kind of dance - the flames flirted with each other, then receding, then touching again. The sun was setting, and the forest was plunged into darkness. The werewolves could not be seen, they were hiding outside the clearing, where the light from the fire did not reach. But I heard them, felt their presence. Reed also looked around and turned towards a large poplar tree, very old, growing apart from other trees, as if he had stepped into a clearing. It was most likely a delta-shaped poplar, thirty or forty meters high. On a wide trunk, at least two meters in diameter, hung a bizarre garland of some kind of straps. I didn’t have time to look better, because Grandma Cooper appeared

Nature is a werewolf’s best friend, so I was calm whenever I was in the wilderness. The scent of the leaves, the singing of crickets, and the breath of fresh air. There was nothing I could ask for. Suddenly, the rain fell. The wind made the branches dance as it also scattered the fragrance of the flowers and the leaves. I ran to the nearest tree and took shelter when suddenly I heard a voice. “You really like wandering, aren’t you?” I looked around and saw a man sitting at the top of a tall tree. “Troy?” I exclaimed. “W- what are you doing here? I just saw you outside the castle.”

It’s several minutes before the witch’s scent catches our nose from above. My wolf trots toward the tree line and lifts his muzzle. She’s up in an oak, perched on a limb, legs dangling, watching. Her eyes are pitch black again. Considering. My wolf lowers himself to sit, his every muscle taut, the fur along his spine prickled. Snowflakes land on his wet black nose. He sneezes.

Hostility? I look back to the black wolf. He’s sitting on his rump now, simply looking at me with his head tilted, as if waiting for something. But what could he be waiting for? I sure as hell am not getting off my tree for him to attack me. I could maybe take down one wolf; at least I think I could, but not five of them. Those are wild animals, unpredictable. I sit back on my branch and, keeping watchful eyes on the wolves, wait for them to leave.