Werewolves In Oblivion Novels & Stories

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

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

It suddenly fell silent. I noted the bodies wrapped in white cloth placed carefully at each extreme side. Those looked like bodies, but they were not. These were the first followers of the Moon Mother. The first original werewolves. They were not dead. Not exactly. They sucked in power. Once they had enough to come back to life… Utter fucking mayhem. Everything will be reduced to rubble. Starting from the cave we were in. Aware of Freya closely following behind us, Warrick skulked forward, a wolf in the shadows, drawing deeper into the Tombs.

From the shadows emerged a colossal figure, towering over them with glowing red eyes and a menacing aura. A powerful, malevolent presence hung heavy in the air. The group's heart sank as they beheld the true form of the second Ancient One—a monstrous werewolf, the embodiment of primal darkness. "You thought you could vanquish us so easily?" The werewolf's voice echoed with a sinister growl. "You underestimate the strength of our kind. Prepare to face your annihilation!" The werewolf lunged, its claws slashing through the air with blinding speed. Amelia and her companions barely had time to react, desperately evading the creature's devastating attacks. Despite their best efforts, their weapon

Alpha Abel said as he glared at Jack Adriana, caught in the middle, watched the clash of wills with a mix of fear and gratitude. The forest echoed with the weight of their standoff, each heartbeat seemingly amplified in the charged atmosphere. Suddenly, a distant howl pierced through the silence, causing both Jack and Alpha Abel to momentarily shift their attention. A pack of wolves emerged from the shadows. The atmosphere grew even more precarious as the animals circled, sensing the heightened emotions.

These forest werewolves were the ones who had taken Stacie’s life, their savagery etched into Claud’s memory like a festering wound. From his hidden vantage point, Claud observed with a cold intensity. He studied the forest werewolves’ movements, noting their numbers-just five in total. They were strong, but Claud knew he was stronger. His transformation into a werewolf had granted him their savage abilities, but tonight he relied solely on his human prowess honed to perfection. Claud’s hands curled into fists as he watched, his elemental powers simmering beneath the surface. He planned his approach meticulously, mapping out his path through the warehouse district. With swift and silent prec

--- That evening, as the sun dipped below the mountains and shadows lengthened across the land, Aria gathered her chosen warriors: four wolves—each from a different allied pack—each loyal, quiet, and deadly. They moved like phantoms through the trees, their scents masked by crushed herbs and their steps silent. The forest grew colder as they approached the northern territory, and the mist returned—thicker now, almost sentient. Just past the Whispering Glen, they spotted it. A massive clearing, at the center of which stood a black obelisk, towering at least twenty feet tall. Glowing runes pulsed along its jagged sides, and the air around it shimmered with energy. Enemy wolves circled the base

The old wolves shifted where they stood. "That symbol," Theron said slowly, "belongs to an evolving hybrid." The words hit like ice water. "An evolving hybrid," he repeated. "A werewolf born with both bloodlines who undergoes a second transformation. It happens once in a century, if that. Before evolving, the hybrid is trapped between two natures, neither fully in control. But once the evolution begins, everything shifts. The body strengthens. Instincts sharpen. Power rises. And the world begins to notice."

Werewolves were known to be very agile in their animalistic form and tended to jump high, attacking their enemies from above. I was in the front, scanning this place of ghosts with my eagle eyes. Our disadvantage was that we wouldn't be able to smell the mutts from afar unless they were bleeding. I tensed, signaling the troops to freeze in motion. Concentrating on the various impulses around me, I identified vibrations echoing under my feet. Something was running towards our direction. Something large.

"Sorry, I forgot you were hurt. I will carry you and run. " "No, it' s too dangerous... " "Hurry! There' s no time! They' re catching up! " Eva had to hold onto Pete' s neck and press her chest against his back. Deep in the forest, there was a hissing sound. "I can smell it, the blood of ugly werewolves. " "Some abominable werewolves have invaded our territory. Kill them. " Thousands of hissing voices converged as if they were interwoven into an impermeable net.