Werewolf The Apocalypse Gifts Novels & Stories

“And I don't look forward to telling them today. There is a matter of urgency that has brought me here this early.’’ Hercules answers beckoning for his beta who comes forward. Martin moves forward immediately and the two warriors move behind him both Karen wooden crates of wine and a third warrior yet another crate in his hands. and they placed them on the ground. Alpha Brandon remained to look at Hercules with confusion and curiosity. His eyebrows furrowed expecting an answer or at least an explanation from the man. “In both discrete crates are the most expensive fine wines in all the lands. In the third crate you will find the best hunted raw meat prepared by my Warriors. Well washed and s

It is well known all over the entire supernatural race that a vampire can not associate themselves with werewolf, a werewolf would not try invite an enemy into their territory, that had never been done before, unless in the past, when things were ok, but not now, when things had scattered. "Who sent this letter, how did you received this letter." Blade asked, staring back at the letter in his hands. "It was found in the border of the pack, one of your men found a parcel in the border, the letter did not come alone, it came with different gifts which involves costly Linen, golds and diamonds and also some new model guns and expensive explusives. I wondered if they planned on starting a war wi

“Oh, it’s nothing. Of course, I should treat Maisie well.” She handed me a gift box and asked me to open it. Inside was a gold lock-shaped good-luck pendant. Everyone gasped. “That must have cost a fortune!” In my previous life, I was pleasantly surprised that Zoe even remembered my birthday. Seeing such an expensive gift moved me even more. However, I had not known then that the pendant was a cursed one! Once worn, it would swap my fate with her boyfriend’s! Back then, I ran a high fever for an entire week. There was no warning, no explanation. Even the doctors were helpless.

“Don’t know… don’t want to know.” Something watched them—vision sharp, edges burning. Their breaths curled like ghosts. “Probably just a stray,” Martin said, not believing it. Hydraulics whined. The arms lifted the dumpster. A heavy THUD hit the truck roof—metal shuddered. Walt yelped, tumbling out of the open door. “What the—” The bin trembled. Another bang. Then— With a crashing boom, the dumpster slammed down, and a hulking shadow vaulted from behind it: a towering werewolf, black-furred, eyes burning amber. It hit Martin in a streak of teeth and claws.

Even as a werewolf the speed at which he moves is something remarkable. I hadn't settled down when he suddenly reappeared again, startling me and I became troubled when I saw what he was holding in his hands- two, freaking heads!! “What the fuck?!" I panicked, moving away from him “These are your gifts," he said, dropping them on the floor. “Why in the fuck will I want those as gifts? Those are freaking human heads you got there," I said and I was starting to think this Tristan guy is sick in the head. But he smirked. “Not humans, wolves." He said and my eyes dilated.

Aurelian stood at the edge of the sunlit corridor he had been waiting for Kade to get him juice for his headache but now he was curious, his small hands reaching towards the wolf with an instinctive caution that made my chest tighten. “This is for you,” I said, my voice quieter than I had intended. “A gift.” He tilted his head, amber eyes wide and cautious. “What is it?” “A wolf,” I said. “Carved. Like the ones my father made me when I was your age. He… he taught me patience. Taught me loyalty.” Aurelian’s small fingers brushed the carving. “Is he dead?” The question landed harder than any blow and my throat tightened while my hands curled around the gift.

TRIGGER WARNINGS This story contains elements that may be sensitive to some readers. This includes gore, graphic sexual tension, murder, language, angst, death, and a steamy romance you may have to take a cold shower after reading. Nothing in this story is based on reality and has been created for entertainment purposes only. With that in mind, keep your mental health a priority and enjoy this emotional, spicy werewolf romance... Elodie's POV

"No new battlefronts for the Frostfang Pack?" "If rogue wolves saw our new war flag, they'd flee," Valentine joked. "Paisley's crew came back clamoring for meat—they emptied half the deer jerky stash." Passing through the silver-moon-grass-carpeted corridor, two Omegas approached with cedar-carved gift boxes. Adelaide noticed the wolf-head silver hairpins in their ears—trophies she'd brought back from the battlefield, now gleaming under the wall lamps. "Hot water's ready," Beata whispered in her ear. "Scented with your favorite Bloodmoon roses. A gift from Lycan Luna Clarissa, with a note saying, 'Even battle-scarred claws deserve a floral soak.'"

The voices of several young and middle-aged werewolves came from outside the tent, with a respectful tone but a hint of wildness. I opened the curtain and saw them standing in the moonlight, wearing heavy animal skins, with a light flashing in their eyes. They saluted me, with crisp movements, like a group of loyal wolves paying tribute to theirAlpha. "These gifts were sent by Lord William." The leading werewolf whispered, with a hint of awe in his voice. The gifts they brought into the tent stunned me: precious snow fox skins, boxes filled with gold coins, and a dagger inlaid with wolf teeth. The snow fox skins flashed silver light in the moonlight, as if with the blessing of the Moon Godde

I then walked around the apartment taking note on what had been touched. They had rifled through my suitcase. I gave a wry smile; they were in for a disappointment. I wore granny panties and tight sports bras. My weapons trunk had been opened but nothing was missing. I had a lot in my little arsenal; the swords and knives were all there. I was picking up the grenades tomorrow from a supplier I had to pay a small fortune to in order to get him to deliver, and the guns with ammo were still in the bottom, locked in their specific compartment. I could tell they had looked at my box of silver bullets. If it was a human that broke in here, he would be confused. If it was a wolf, they woul