Werewolves In Oblivion Novels & Stories

It was their first time being surrounded by this many predators. They were werewolves but they would have no chance against the herd of animals in front of them. It wasn't just one or two but the whole herds and packs of all the animals were there. Evelyn took small steps towards the vampire, the bears, and leopards following her like her guardians. Keiran was speechless as he stared at the girl. He couldn't comprehend what was happening. The alpha seriously doubted he was hallucinating. "If you don't let him go now, you won't step out alive from our territory, " Evelyn breathed out and Derned knew that she was saying the truth.

“So, about this mind speak thingy…” “Ah, that’s a type of communication magic that all werewolves have. It lets them talk with their pack members,” said John, who finally chose to speak after watching the two in their awkward situation. “Anything you say using that magic can only be heard by those you consider part of your pack. In this case, it’s Young Master Nico and I. Your parents would probably be able to hear you as well, but since there’s a considerable distance, they would likely not.” “Oh, okay…”

As I hop out of my Range Rover, I see that a council elder is standing at the door waiting to greet me. It’s not a very far drive from Slick Paw to the council headquarters. Even though they have a chamber in Black Claw’s palace, their central offices are located about 2 hours away from our pack. It’s located on the edge of 4 pack territories and looks more like a four-story office building than anything else. From the outside and those not a part of the supernatural world, you would never know this is the seat of Wolf Nation, outside of our capital in Black Claw.

Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence. "Ezra William" Selina didn't care anymore. She looked at the wolf beside her and called out a familiar name. That black-haired wolf was indeed Ezra William. It understood and leaned forward to let Selina climb up and sit on her back. Ezra commanded the remaining two wolves, "You two should dispose of her body." The other two Wolves received the order and transformed into a human to quickly clean up the body. The two wolves had now turned into two highly handsome men.

Marcus noted, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "He is," a voice interrupted them. Pascal and Marcus turned to see the leader of the rogue pack that had abducted Pascal. "How long were you planning on hiding in there?" Pascal asked coldly. The rogue pack leader sneered. "Not necessarily hiding. I was simply waiting for your friend. You're a werewolf?" he asked, surprised. "Of course he is. Are your senses so corrupted that you couldn't tell? Oh, wait, I forgot, you're just a rogue werewolf. Your senses are as bad as your reputation," Marcus chimed in.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow through the canopy above, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked in the darkness. As Rogan pressed on, his senses heightened, alert for any sign of movement or the faintest sound. Suddenly, a rustling in the underbrush caught his attention, and he froze in his tracks. His breath caught in his throat as a group of imposing figures emerged from the shadows. They were tall, with powerful frames and eyes that glinted with a feral intensity. Werewolves. Rogan's heart sank as he realized the dire situation he was in. These creatures were relentless hunters, driven by their primal instincts. He had heard stories of their ferocity and had a

Arnold and the rest of our men were by my side, their presence giving me a sense of strength and camaraderie. But as we drew closer, another sound pierced through the air, drowning out the peaceful whispers of the river. It was the anguished cries of civilians, their voices carrying the weight of despair. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut – they were being surrounded by Kaga Wolfrick and his men in their formidable werewolf forms. Without a moment's hesitation, I sprinted toward the source of the commotion, my werewolf forms propelling me forward with speed and agility. The wind whipped against my fur, and my senses heightened as adrenaline coursed through my veins.

Shadows danced around us, and I couldn't shake the feeling that malevolence lurked in every corner. Suddenly, a chilling howl echoed through the trees, making me stand alert of the impending danger. The tranquility shattered, replaced by the chaos of a wolf pack on the attack. Rogue werewolves, Azrael's minions, emerged from the shadows, their eyes burning with a feral hunger.