Werewolves Germany Novels & Stories

“The guy I met last weekend — umm, what's his name again? Barry or maybe Larry, shit I can’t remember his name, but he just didn't do it for me—Maybe I just need to meet the right guy.” AWOOOO! A loud howl ripped through the silent night, startling the girls. The werewolf was pissed, how dare this Barry or Larry touched her. How dare he sampled what rightfully belonged to him. He told himself if he ever got his paws on this filthy guy, his head would roll, literally. It howled again, louder this time. “What the hell was that?” Katherine asked as she grabbed onto her friend.

He whispered to me. Beta Leo walked in. He closed and locked the door. "Shall we begin?" Alpha Zev and Luna Maisie directed everyone to form a loose circle around me. Beta Leo opened a massive book and began reading. "From time immemorial, our people have welcomed our new wolves with a ceremony to recognize our pack connection and strength. The Moon Goddess gifts us our wolves. We are stronger, faster and smarter when we work with our wolves. We honor the Goddess by accepting our wolves and allowing them to take our physical form and make it their own. We each must learn to respect our wolves, and our wolves must learn to respect us."

Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly. Burhan came over and helped his adoptive father in one shot. At that time Burhan's expression looked so shocked by Hugo's change. The type of wolf-shifter that Hugo has is so different from other wolf-shifter. The size of the red wolf's body is also larger than most wolf-shifter. On the forehead of the red wolf, a star in a circle was drawn. When Hugo growled, his mouth and muzzle dripped with disgusting saliva, like the image of a werewolf version of the human belief, which in Indonesia is called Aul. Burhan gulped his own saliva as he stared into the red eyes of the Cursed. “What is that creature?” Burha

It's not like he's really a werewolf, is he? Right? But why can't I believe hundred percent sure with my own analysis? "Hey, don't you really know that? It's our doing, you should be aware of that." "A-Ah, yeah. I am. I am..." I tried to cold off the topic. "In the metro this is also that sirene, but not a howl. More like an alarm to inform us the time." "Oh! Metro has wolves?!" I laugh with her question. I erased the thought that bothered my mind. It was a joke. Surely and complete a joke.

I felt both familiar and strange. The Blue Sea pack was very modern and lacked nothing, but it was still very different from the city. Werewolves loved nature and wanted to be in nature, so they often didn't turn on the lights when it wasn't really necessary. If I went on the road at night, I would have to rely on the white light to find my way. The moon was very bright, werewolves had very good eyesight, so it was not difficult for us to determine the way at night when there was no electric light.

It was heard by all of them. Heidrich’s face darken. He looks at the werewolves with hatred before saying, “You werewolves have breached our territory. You should be ready to face the consequences of doing this. However, if you give me that woman, I will not report this to the court.” The werewolves didn’t answer him but only looked in the direction of the purple-eyed man. “Young master, what do you mean? They breached your territory. Of course, they have decided to face the consequences. After all, this land would sooner or later be theirs.” Carissa poked her head and provoked him once more.

the mainlanders called it, not wanting to acknowledge what it really was. Before Vukasin, werewolves ran rampant seven nights each month, through the streets, the countryside, and the forests of every nation on the planet. Eurasia and North America had their grey werewolves—dominant on Vukasin now. Australia had weredingos. The colder climates had Arctic werewolves, rare and beautiful, like my lost Bianca with her snowy fur. Eastern Africa had golden werejackals. the African plains had Serengeti werewolves. The forests of Canada and parts of the northern U.S. were home to timber werewolves, and the southwestern U.S. was, in those days, infested with werecoyotes.

In the distance, a herd of antelopes grazed peacefully, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the night, causing the antelopes to freeze in fear. Three massive werewolves emerged from the trees, their fur standing on end as they bared their sharp teeth. The leader of the pack, a giant black werewolf with glowing red eyes, let out a deafening howl, signaling the start of the hunt. Its fur was matted and its eyes glowed with a fierce hunger

I say and I end the link. I live in The Netherlands and we are the only pack in the country. Due to how crowded our country is, most weres moved to Germany or France. But our pack stayed at the place it was originated. We now have a small village all to ourselves on the border of a big National Forest Park. After 8 PM everybody needs to be out of the forest, so we can let our wolves out without anyone trespassing.

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.