Werewolf The Apocalypse Gifts Novels & Stories

Ralia's betrayal had really got me worked up I couldn't believe that I was almost starting to unveil all my secrets to her. Well there was one thing she still didn't know. I had the antidote to any kind of werewolf poison. I had received it as a gift from an old witch I saved from a tiger in the woods.

he greeted warmly, "I'm glad to see you awake and well-rested. I must say once again how much I appreciate the beautiful scarf you made for me." My cheeks flushed deeper as I looked into his eyes. "It was my pleasure, Adolph. I'm just happy that you liked it." He nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It's truly a gift I will treasure." Feeling a surge of courage, I gathered my thoughts and voiced my request. "Adolph, if it's not too much trouble, could I accompany you when you visit the injured werewolves? I would like to offer them some comfort, perhaps share stories or provide any assistance I can."

I looked behind me and saw Balthazar who was walking slowly towards me with Alex's car keys and remote in his hand. I opened the passenger door of the car then took a duffel bag from it and opened it. "Why did he give you his clothes?" asked Balthazar in a surprised voice. He was standing behind me while also looking into the bag left by Alex. I smiled to myself as I looked at some of Alex's loose hoodies, jackets and t-shirts inside. The marks on my neck have almost completely faded, and so has Alex's scent on my body which has faded with time. Damn ... It turns out that werewolves aren't all that different from dogs who want to mark all their possessions with their scent.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

“Ha ha ha, what an idiot. Do you think that, with just a little bit of this person, we can confidently kill you?" From the woods, a figure suddenly appeared. This person was one of the three hunters who had previously accompanied the silver-haired man. In his hand, was also a shotgun with shining silver bullets. Only thing, on each end of the bullet, he applied a layer of red liquid. This liquid has absolutely no effect on ordinary people. But for werewolves like Adam, this is a powerful poison. As long as his body was attached, he would definitely fall into a coma. “Not good, this is a specialized ammo, only used against werewolves. Adam, he will definitely be in danger!”

I felt my world spinning as I moved closer to him. "How many?" he asked, already moving to protect me. "Twelve... no, fifteen," My gift showed me the truth of our attackers. "They have new weapons - things designed to hurt werewolves. And they brought..." I paled. "They brought other gifted ones. Ones they've broken." I felt tears fill my eyes as I watched the ones they broke follow their orders. I was afraid for Liam and our packs. not just for myself. The hunters wanted to have our gifts to take out all supernatural creatures or use them as weapons. Werewolves are extremely strong, especially those with alpha blood.

Paige commented, eyebrows raised. Lucas sent a professional camera with special lenses designed to capture werewolf auras. Ryan contributed a stunning painting of wolves running under moonlight. Elliot and several other business associates sent elaborate flower arrangements. Even Florence, who had been transferred to Dominic's London estate, shipped over plants that thrived in moonlight—perfect for our studio's ambiance. The most surprising gift came from William Blackwood: an ancient ornament carved with wolves that must have been worth a small fortune. "Even Ivy Reed sent two massive flower baskets," Paige said incredulously. "Is she trying to poison us with kindness?"

"From the Eastern Coastal Pack Alliance." Leo bounced excitedly beside the delivery wolf. "Another present for my cousin sisters! This is the biggest one yet!" The gifts had been arriving daily for weeks. Word of our pregnancy had spread throughout the werewolf community, and pack allies were sending everything from traditional blessing charms to the most advanced pup care equipment available. "Where should we put this one?" I asked, accepting the massive package. "The nursery is completely full," Audrey said, struggling to rise from her chair. "We might need to convert another room for storage."

Might as well cause my excuse , he adds, shifting his head. "Actually, uh, could you give him this of me?" " Please?" The werewolf hesitates, giving my mother the teddy bear and inflatable he bought for the redhead in marriage. Also, let her know that I really want to believe that she can finally relax. " Obviously," Martha acknowledges decisively, also taking the gifts Justo bought as he offers them to her peacefully. Currently I go home and rest. Particularly you, Jay. " Obviously," the aforementioned blemishes, scratching his right elbow on the long sleeves of his dark shirt: "See you at dinner."

“Please accept this as a mark of our gratitude. My contact info is inside—if you ever need the Carrington pack’s strength for any reason, you only have to howl.” I peered inside. Unless I had lost my mind, that was a key fob for a custom-built armored SUV—a Blackwood-edition beast. I felt a rush of vertigo. I’d acted on instinct to save a life, and this… this was the tribute? The last time someone had thanked me for a good deed was back in the Navarro nursery, when I’d shared my elk jerky and got a wooden carving. This was… insane. “This is incredibly lavish, but I truly cannot accept a gift of this—”