Novel & Cerita Werewolf Slayer

"Alan has nothing to do with the wolf appearing!" "Why are you so positive about it? You weren't there when he was able to understand what the witches said." My mate started but got interrupted by the same man, this time by his mother. "The protective wolf can only be called by a werewolf. Specifically, a she-wolf known as the Queen of Werewolves. The wolf is composed literally of the souls of warriors who swore to protect the Queen in life and death. As for Alan understanding the language of witches, it's normal since he is from the line of witches. His mother was an elemental wolf."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Caroline put her foot ahead then her mind said, " Hey! What are you doing? How can you believe in a stranger and that also in a guy." She again put her leg back. "Why are you thinking so much? Just get inside before he changes his mind to give you lift and leave you here alone. You're already a werewolf, brave daughter of a strong alpha of a pack." Her heart persuaded her. "So what if you're a werewolf? Nowadays, humans are more monsters than werewolves. " her mind warned her. "Oie.. Caroline flustered and uttered, " both of you stop fighting." She said so loudly that he got confused too and muttered to himself, " Both? " and he looked around out of the car from the window, " who's the other

I wrinkled my nose then turned my attention back to the tv screen in front of me, although my brain was still thinking about Alex's words. Iris violets. Lycan. The first lineage of werewolves. Everything sounds crazy. 'Maybe I'm wrong." Alex exhaled and opened his eyes again, He looked at me with a half smile. "You are wrong Alex." I gave him a small nod then returned to staring blankly at the tv. ***

I indicated the chair on the opposite side of my desk. “My king, thank you for seeing me,” he said. “Drop the formalities please, Earl,” I said. “It’s just you and me in here.” He nodded. “Thanks, Wyatt. I see you saw the file on the girl.” “Yeah, who is she?” I asked, putting the picture down. I opened the file looking for another photo of her. “She’s a werewolf hunter. Jones hired her to come after you and the rest of the pack.”

the young girl screamed in fear when the big wolf is approaching her. Accalia quickly run to LuNa but a wolf blocked her. "Get the h*ll out you monster!" Accalia shouted and throw the knife that she was holding to the wolf's eyes. Then, she stands on the chair and jumps to the neck of the wolf. She gets the knife to the eye of the wolf and pricks it to its other eyes. The wolf growls loudly because of the pain that he was feeling as it was moving rapidly. Accalia bursts her anger at the wolf as she keeps pricking the knife that she was holding. Her knife was invented by her uncle and it was especially made against the werewolves.

Politics to suck others' blood for their satisfaction, their greed. I came to know it later but at least I and satisfied I got to know about my parent's illegal way to achieve whatever they want. "Also, once Dad had told that werewolves have something important to vampires, what was that????...mnnnnn...yes, a something like potion or drink... Yea., a potion. I am damn sure they are after the potion. Only if I know what is their next move, I would go for their end." A girl who only had a baby face turned into a tough she-wolf.

Silas's crimson eyes surveyed the scene, searching for Chassy amidst the chaos of the battlefield. When his gaze finally landed on her, a surge of relief washed over him. Chassy, a formidable force of nature, fought with a ferocity that belied her Lycan nature. Her silver fur glistened in the moonlight, a testament to the strength she drew from the lunar goddess. Silas joined the fray, his movements a symphony of lethal precision. Vampires, sensing the arrival of another formidable opponent, redirected their attention to the approaching coven. The clash of species unfolded with a chaotic beauty, each movement a testament to the supernatural prowess of both wolves and vampires.

I demanded. “That is a skinwalker!” he replied without explaining. He didn't need to. Every wolf knows what that means, it was a legend passed on for generations. If there is a skinwalker, right in its shadow, the blood suckers will thrive. If this is true, then we have a problem, a very big problem. Instead of heading to the entrance, Throgan headed further back, when he was about to reach the dead end he turned right and then put me down beside him. “Don't move!” he said.

Solomon tries to mind-link but is refused by Evan. "It would appear that she doesn’t have an inner wolf. And her scent filled with a wolf smell. Did you shift on the full noon? Christa." Evan turns his face and stares at her beautiful face. Christa was not going to tell them about the reborn. The moon goddess gave her another chance so she could seek vengeance. Being a werewolf might be a price she needs to pay. A victory was purchased at too great a price. "I know something is wrong with me. Can we just leave it to be? It doesn’t matter how I become a she-wolf right now. I need to tell you what is going on in the secret facility we went to yesterday." Christa squawks.