Werewolves Germany Novels & Stories

He faced the whole family. “I head Germany’s territory,” he said, voice steady. “A war is already simmering in the werewolf world. And this...” he gestured at the chaos, the accusations, the panic “...is what we choose to concern ourselves with? Fighting among our own people?” Lady Gertrude collapsed back into her seat, panting, terror widening her eyes. The remnant of fire still trembled in her bones. No one dared speak. No one dared move. Reinhardt slowly moved towards Lisa to help her get up while massaging her red cheeks. Her eyes were laced with tears.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

“Who.” A ripple moved through the crowd ahead—panic. Screams spiked. At the gate, several figures convulsed mid-stride, bodies twisting like wire in a fire. Clothes tore. Bones re-set. Werewolves burst from the throng, slashing into the nearest flesh. “Contact!” Tara shouted. “Gate!” Zak dropped a gear; the Hummer surged. A lean wolf broke from the melee, head up, eyes locking on the oncoming vehicle. “We’ve got one incoming,” Tara barked, bracing a hand on the dash.

"No, Del, you know what you're going to do is very wrong." "Delaphine," Junior again called her. "I'm coming, give me a sec," Delaphine told him. "You don't have to come, Delaphine," said to me. "Werewolves can kill you," I tried to talk her out of going. "Werewolves don't normally come out during the day time there mostly out during the night," she told me. Werewolves truly did mostly come out at night to hunt us. During the daytime, it seems they rested saving their energy for the night.

Higgins had managed to fish out his camera while the rest of us were flirting with spooking the creature the old-fashioned way. “Thank you, Mr. Higgins,” Ritter said. “I’m sure the others appreciate your eagerness to capture such a rare specimen on film. These animals are exceedingly rare in Germany. The only packs I know of are up around the Polish border. Where this one could have come from is a mystery to me. It might have ranged from the Swiss Alps, where the wolf has returned in recent years, from Italy. I suppose the southern Czech border is a possibility—there are a handful there. Regardless, we have the opportunity to view one of these rare prizes, and what do you do, Mr. Higgins? Ch

If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile. “First up we have Werewolf number N17M115. A rare wolf from the Northern Mountains. Born in the wild, this fighter wolf has his instincts intact. Captured when he was 5, he was trained from a young age and has been fighting ever since hitting puberty. He has only ever lost one fight…” Jackson tuned him out. He didn’t want to hear it or else he’d be purchasing more than one wolf today.

Jossie's POV: There is a beer produced by werewolves called, 'Wolfweiser.' It's brewed and spiked with wolfsbane. It's about the only beer wolves prefer. Because, its effects on us are stronger than the average beer. The cans are purple with the logo in bold gold. There is a wolf howling towards the moon on it. Wolfweiser is used at large backyard parties. There are a few knock-off brands but nothing beats drinking a Wolfweiser. Before I left Nathalie's apartment she gave me a can. "Don't come into work today. Just stay home and try to relax," she insisted. "Drink one of these if you feel like you're about to shift and give me a call."

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

"At least explain why?!" Xavier sighs before flipping open a page. He thought he won't look like an idiot when he talked to him in his head in case he slips up and creates awkward facial expressions. "Werewolf senses require werewolf mana to operate. My guess is that Mr. Zyris is using something to block werewolf and vampire hearing to avoid anyone hearing about their conversation."

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.