Werewolf The Apocalypse Gifts Novels & Stories

I placed it on the table and started skimming through the pages. I stopped on the page where the word ‘vampire venom’ caught my eye and started reading. The white fur were gifted with two special gifts as a blessing from the Moon Goddess. They could suck vampire venom out of other wolves and their own flesh making them impregnable. Their second gift granted them the ability of making anyone submit to them by staring them in the eye and that made it impossible for anyone to look into their deep crystal blue eyes for more than three seconds because it paralyzed them in their fear.

"Dear valued customer, our system detects you are already bonded to a vampire mate. We do not recommend purchasing a second supernatural being. Vampires are very possessive, you know. ??" I typed back with a sad face. "I can't afford to keep that vampire anymore." The rep sent a helpless-looking emoji. "If you insist, we will do our best to ensure the werewolf's safety." "What do you mean?" "It means if that vampire shows up, we will equip the werewolf with anti-vampire gear, like garlic spray, a silver collar, that sort of thing." "...Thanks," I replied, hesitating for a moment before clicking 'Purchase.' "Enjoy your new companion."

I can smell it. It’s strange that she isn’t lashing out her magic at me, but I’m grateful for it. I have no defense against magic, and if I go back to my pack with magic-inflicted wounds, there’ll be a barrage of questions I’m in no mood to answer. The rift between Werewolves and the magical folk is wider than ever at the moment. “I’m going to take my jacket off and give it to you. Seems like you need it more than I do.”

I glare at him and march away angrily like a toddler, allowing Jason to take over the storytelling. I breathe a sigh of relief when I can finally escape to our bungalow. I quickly put the foam on my hands and bandage them again, listening attentively to any unusual sounds coming from Jason and Brock. I hate being separated from him while there are two hunters out there. I may have gone a bit overboard with my angry girlfriend performance, but as I collapse onto the couch, I smile happily. We have completed the first challenge and confirmed that the Crystal Ice Pack truly exists. This means we are going to meet other werewolves. Joy bubbles up in my chest, knowing we are on the right path. Wh

Others were handcrafted items, displaying the skill and artistry of the pack members. Melissa accepted each gift with humility and gratitude, acknowledging the efforts and goodwill behind them. She understood that her actions had not only saved Alpha Avalor but had also brought hope and inspiration to the werewolf community. As Melissa and Alpha Avalor received the gifts, they took the time to personally thank each person, expressing their appreciation for the support and recognition they had received. They made it a point to listen to the stories and experiences of the pack members, gaining a deeper understanding of their struggles and triumphs.

We had seventy-two hours to find a ghost wearing my sister’s face, stop a ritual that would make her a permanent deity, and somehow rescue a king trapped in a mountain of cursed glass—all while I was magically maimed and our pack was in ruins. The weight of it should have crushed me. But the hollow silence where Kaelen lived was a forge. My fear turned to fuel, my grief to steel. “We need an army we don’t have,” Marcus rasped from his cot, following the conversation with fever-bright eyes. “Then we find one,” I said, a plan forming in the cold clarity of desperation. I looked at the grimoire, then at Lillian. “Morvana is the ultimate evil to every werewolf. Vorian is a traitor who wants to r

“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.

The Doris in the photograph wore the same gentle smile, probably calling me an idiot. As I turned away, my hand brushed against an old wooden box on the table. Inside was something Stella had arranged to send me before her death, paying a guard a small fortune to get it delivered. It was a pair of bloodstained, gold-rimmed glasses and a note written in bold, flowing handwriting. [Mark, may you live forever in this rotten world.] I pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire. I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me.

“Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!” Rokan Allegro took a few steps forward and patted Linda on the shoulder once with understanding. “Don't worry, Mrs. Alexander. We've sent a select group of witches over there. We will never let Sacred Wolvire fall into Hugo's hands, I promise.” “But they will still be late!” Aryadi interrupted loudly from where he was sitting. Rokan Allegro raised his hand as if he was going to stop something. “They used Body Transfer to go there. It will only take five hours. Pretty quicker than if a vampire or shifter darted over there.”

Jades father said to her. “Thank you dad and mom!” Jade had tears in her eyes, hugging her parents. “An here’s my gift to you Jade, it’s not much but I hope you like it.” I said. Jade opened the bag and the first thing she noticed was the scrapbook that I made for her of our memories together. I had also made her a matching bracelet like mine, so we’d always feel close to one another even when apart. Jade was crying at this point, even I had to keep it together because Jade and I have been through so much together. She’s helped me get through everything, from my parents to fights with my grandma and the whole truth thing about being a wolf and my parents being not so dead. An the last gift w