Novel & Cerita Werewolves Novels

she said, "but there is nothing that could change a wolf." Evan had a hurt look on his face again and his eyes dropped in silence. "Then, at least let me take the book back for you," he meekly requested. "It's going to the library, isn't it? I work there. I can take it for you," he offered. She nodded and found herself once again acquiescing to his strange request. "Alright." She handed him the book, and he took a long look at the cover. "The Proper Killing of Lycanthropes," he read with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. "I see you take this seriously."

I retrieved it and found a secluded spot to continue reading. The book described the white wolves as the first werewolves created by the moon goddess. They had extraordinary abilities to heal, control the earth, and communicate directly with the moon goddess. However, their powers made them targets of jealousy and greed. Our ancestors, driven by their desire for power, had waged war against the white wolves, ultimately leading to their near extinction.

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R RATED THIRD PERSON The vampires move so fast. Splitting through the wolves, killing as they go. Rogues and Warriors alike, they don't care. Alpha shouts loudly, barking orders to the inexperienced wolves. Riverstone has never had a vampire as an enemy. "Go for their hearts!" "Form circles!" "Protect each other!"

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

The Sivercrest pack helped by members of the Whitefang pack was gaining ground on them killing more and more of their warriors. The war had already gone on for over twenty-four hours and they were all exhausted from the fighting. More wolves soon launch at them and they each take on as much as they can. These wolves looked different and savage with big red eyes and smelled horrible... one of the wolves moves forward growling menacingly at him, he launches for his already bleeding shoulder and tries to bite out a chunk from it which he dodges him and the wolf tumbles to the ground with a big fall, he looked very upset now as he was snarling ferociously at him and with a totally unnoticeable m

She dismissed it as justice being served. “Well.. There’s this book my dad had. He used to read it to me when I was little, I still read it now because I like it. It’s about werewolves, just like us, in the ancient times when war and killing were the norms. “There were three new soldiers who were sent to war for the first time. Their commander was very good at setting traps for their enemies and also sneaking up on them when they least expect it. “This time, the only way to win was to sneak up on their victims in their sleep and kill them. Their commander gave each of them strategic points to target.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

She immediately walls into a corner to change for the big game. She began to evolve into her real self. Her fingernails and toenails grow more longer. He skin became more pale. Her fangs grew. It is unusually longer than others. Hers seem special but no one noticed. Her eyes changed into a red fiery colour. She hissed as she join the line for the big game. 💎THE CITY💎 Conri and Collen walls briskly on a lonely road. They had three other werewolves walking behind them. They were looking for a vampire for the ritual. Collen smokes a cigarette and sips from a bottle of bear while Conri tries to avoid the cigarette smell.

"Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden." That word—supernatural—makes me freeze, the last vestiges of my human denial crumbling away. “Wait. What other supernatural creatures? I thought we were the big secret.” "Hardly." Her mental tone is one of indulgent superiority. "Vampires. Witches. Fae. Demons, if you want to be dramatic. The things you always thought were fairy tales? They’re very real. They don't all live in a secret world; they just live in their world, which often overlaps