Werewolf Sitting Under Tree Novels & Stories

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

Emily and Frederick were sitting on a log in the middle of the forest, enjoying the moment. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the trees. Emily was telling Frederick about her life before she became a werewolf. She spoke about her family, her friends, and how she had lost them all to hunters.

The coward yells back. “You’re a wolf too. Fight him, or he’ll kill us both.” “I can’t, I’m not that strong. I can’t stay transformed for long, and I’ve already used it all up!” “Seriously, what kind of a werewolf are you?!” I notice a tree in front of us, grab Ruelle, and change course towards it, “Climb onto that tree, quick!” This particular tree has got many branches that are a little high, and if we could get up there, we would be safe.

Most of the pack is asleep as I walk towards a park with beautiful trees. I passed some wolves on patrol, they whistled at me to get my attention, and I nodded in response. Gratefully, they didn't bother me. I went underneath one of the trees and sat down on a bench. "Time to have a talk," I said out loud.

My head lifted as I felt him slow down and there I saw we were underneath an apple tree. "Stop staring and start picking?" he instructed me. As much as he saved my life many times, I was starting to find his behavior rather rude. I stood on top of him and picked two large apples. I ate one and place the other into my pocket. Soon we began our journey. It was taking a long while for us to reach. I didn't care I was enjoying the wind blowing through my long red hair and seeing new places. The blood eyes werewolf again paused at a small pond. I watched him from above as he slowly dip his large pink tongue into the pond carrying water into his mouth. I enjoyed watching him. I even came off his b

And for the chance to sit down. I slowed down and circled around the edge of the clearing, sniffing every trunk for a sign of the wolves. I smelled the faint scent of red wolf, but the scent was either old or far away. I was safe, for now. I left the trees and headed toward the vehicle. I had barely taken two steps when the scent hit me fully. Werewolf.

The chapter of the werewolf. Matt wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. The warmth of his embrace sent shivers down my spine, and I melted into his chest. We were sitting on a weathered wooden bench in the heart of the forest, surrounded by ancient trees that whispered secrets in the wind. The moon was full and luminous, casting a soft silver glow on everything around us. "You're a natural," he said, his voice filled with pride. "And I can't wait to see what else you can do."

(Luna Bella's POV) I moved through the crowd, reveling in the energy that pulsed through the clearing. Laughter, music, and the sweet aroma of food filled the air, creating an atmosphere of joyous celebration. Amidst the festivities, my attention was drawn to a lone figure standing by the edge of the clearing. Curiosity piqued, I approached the werewolf, his silver fur shimmering under the moonlight. His gaze was focused, lost in thought. As I came closer, he turned to me, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and determination.

It looked noticeably dry, and some kind of liquid seemed to be coming out of it. I cautiously walked toward the tree, and when I stood close enough to it, my right hand reached out, and I placed my palm on the tree. Werewolves have a connection with mother nature. So when I placed my palm on the tree, I couldn't perceive a single life in it. My index finger acted and touched the black liquid coming out of the tree. It was as thick as blood, but I almost puked because of the terrible smell emanating from it when I smelled it.

The wolf moved closer to me with his mouth open, ready to eat me. My eyes grew huge when I saw it, but then it floated in front of me and split in half. There was blood everywhere, and I couldn't move. I quickly moved back, even though I was sitting. That big werewolf turned around, took a branch from the tree, and gave it to me. I don't know what this creature is, but I've seen something like it in the movie Underworld, which is why I'm so afraid. Again, a werewolf approached him, but he could avoid the wolf's grasp this time. The wolf quickly stabbed him in the back, and he promptly pulled it out, making his blood hiss until he fell to the ground. When I didn't want the branch he was tryin