Werewolf Sitting By Tree Novels & Stories

But her eyes were still alive. “If you think this is enough to stop me… then you’re celebrating victory too soon.” The witches and wizards began to retreat, forming a new formation. Some of them looked anxious. They knew that what they were facing was not just a wild wolf. But someone who no longer cared about the limits of her own body. Meanwhile, atop a tall tree on the western side of the valley, a man with blond hair sat casually with his legs dangling below. His dark clothing fluttered in the evening breeze. His eyes gleamed sharply, not with worry, but with pure curiosity.

It looked way too unreal and brutal to be done by a mere werewolf no matter how strong it is. "Is anybody here?" She yelled furiously, wanting to see the evil face behind such chaos. She looked around hoping the cowards would at least show themselves to her but instead her eyes landed on a huge tree a few feets away from her and written on it were the words, 'They are already here."

Whatever. After making my way to the back yard, I beeline over to Carmen and the other two girls. They’re sitting on a short brick wall underneath a tree filled with fairy lights. It is absolutely gorgeous out here. It’s slowly starting to get dark and the little lights in all of the trees and the back of the house are something out of a fairy tale. I guess in a way, I am in a fairy tale now. I am a werewolf. “Hey,” I say. “May I sit?” I ask meekly.

I stayed at the same place hiding behind the shadows of the bushes for the entire day until the sun bled into darkness. The sound of low chatter arises and I startle mind on alert quickly sitting up I peek through the leaves. Scanning the area two wolves sit upon a cut tree bark and speak between themselves. If I can fight and bound them perhaps I can get some answers. It is the quickest way and the easiest.

“No. A werewolf. Beyond the treeline.” “I’m not prepared for a fight right now.” “And I don’t think I can fight that.” Ava looked up at him and saw that he was looking over her head to the right of them. Standing just on the lines of the trees that had not burned down was the largest, meanest werewolf she had ever seen. She could see its aura and it was pitch black. “Is that Sven?” “I don’t believe it is?” To their relief, the beast stepped back, disappearing into the trees. They looked up when they heard a howl off in the distance.

He found Chastine’s form and character alluring. Juste was leaning his back against a stocky tree. The foot of the tree had a small hollow, fit enough for him to squeeze himself in while hugging Chastine tightly in his arms. The area they were sitting on was covered with leaves. The leaves were serving little warmth and cover for them. As the young werewolf was waiting for the young human to wake up, he himself dozed off, probably from staying up all night. Hours passed and morning came. The chirping of birds can be heard throughout the forest.

You huffed sadly. You practically sprint out of the school, you head to the woods, the spot you found on your own, the old windy, oak tree, which branches intertwine each other, you sit by the base of a tree, sobbing into your knees, you hear someone approaching you. "We meet again little miss, what seems to have upset you?" It was the werewolf you met last time you were in the woods. "Just a stupid rumour." You sniffled. "I know the feeling, want me to sit with you kid?" He asked.

“Show yourself!” A spark flashed before us at a tree almost ten meters away, and once the smoke disappeared, there was a man with long ears sitting on one of its larger branches. His skin was as pale as young olives, and he was looking at us with a wide grin on his face. He was smiling, but I could see there was some malice behind it. But I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. This was the first time I was seeing another species aside from werewolves. I was not sure if I was hallucinating or not.

I retraced my steps to where he had been standing, wondering what had caught his attention to the extent of making him lose his guard. I caught sight of the back of a lady sitting on a log of dried wood surrounded by Ghost Orchids, their white petals glimmering in the setting sun. Beside her sat a white wolf, its fur silk and long, unlike any normal wolf I had ever seen. She rubbed its back rhythmically, speaking to it in low tones that the wolf seemed to understand. Something about her small figure, and her warm, appealing scent felt familiar but I couldn't grasp it. I was sure I had never seen anything like this before, a werewolf and a wolf, together.

I reply. “The first day I met your father, he was in a tree, sitting on a branch eating an apple. A werewolf was under the tree taunting him and he just sat there eating his apple until he was done and hopped down in front of the wolf. He asked the werewolf one question. Do you know what it is?” He asks. “No,” I reply, shaking my head.