Werewolf Stock Photo Novels & Stories

It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes. The girl's breathing came rapidly as her heart beat fearfully hard inside her chest. The werewolf stopped moving suddenly, raised it's head up and opened it's mouth wide as if about to yawn. It's two great teeth shone through its mouth making the girl gasp. The werewolf let out a loud howl that shook the earth to the grasses on the field. In a burst of panic, the girl crawled hurriedly away from the werewolf but she didn't get far before the werewolf leaped on her and sank its teeth into her thigh. The girl let out a scream that cut through the night.

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

Then he walked away, quietly. I opened the folder when I returned to my room. Inside were photos of cases. Several cases of people attacked by wolves. There were patterns to them. There were even photos of werewolves mid-shift, torn bodies, black-market pheromone vials, human organs, and blurry surveillance footage of men with glowing eyes. There was one photo at the back that caught my attention. I looked at it in shock. Were my eyes deceiving me? I took another careful look at it. It looked like a photo of Marcus when he was young. The boy was standing with his parents.

Hart asked, because he could read the tension in Cole's posture. "The human media has footage," Cole said without preamble. "Blurry, shot from distance, but clear enough to show wolves fighting. It's all over social media, local news is covering it as gang violence with exotic animals, and the Werewolf Council is losing their minds about the exposure." "Exotic animals," Hart repeated. "They're going with exotic animals?" "The alternative is admitting werewolves exist," Jethro said, setting the tablet on the medical table and pulling up news footage.

“Alpha.” “What is it?” I asked quietly. “Any reports yet?” I asked. Craig exhaled deeply before reaching into his coat. Without a word, he handed me a thick folder. I opened it, and the first photograph nearly made my blood boil. A werewolf’s body lay sprawled across blood-soaked ground, completely mutilated beyond recognition. His chest had been ripped open violently, ribs exposed like shattered branches. One arm had been torn entirely from its socket, discarded several feet away like worthless meat.

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I insisted. “On what.” “Werewolves,” I blurted out, standing up while staring at him. I did not miss the slight parting of his lips before he masked the surprise with concern. “Werewolves? Are you a fan of one of those werewolf horror movies? To be honest, I do like them a lot too. They’re better than the mushy romances teenagers are always writing about us.” “Us?” “Humans, and also werewolves, demons, angels.”

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the werewolf pack gathered in the heart of Luka's territory, their eyes ablaze with determination. Ardolf, a towering figure with a mane of jet-black fur, exchanged a knowing glance with Brian, his trusted lieutenant. Athena, with her sleek silver coat and piercing amber eyes, stood by their side, ready for the impending battle. Behind them, the rest of their pack, a formidable force of loyal warriors, awaited the signal.

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.