Werewolves Resident Evil Novels & Stories

“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.

“It connects directly to the lower levels.” Damien scanned the shadows. “Stay alert. I smell fresh death.” They slipped through a broken side entrance into the locker room area. The stench hit them immediately — blood, sweat, and the sickly sweet rot of the Lunar Rage. The Locker Room Low growls echoed from the showers. Kael froze. He knew those voices. Three werewolves stepped out — the last surviving members of Delta Howl who hadn’t turned during the dormitory massacre. Jax, Riley, and Cole. His brothers. They looked exhausted, clothes torn, eyes wild with fear and the early signs of infection.

Next day **************** It was sunday and today it was full moon day. Every full moon day, alpha Jack and Elena used to organize a party for their packs at a resort which was 14 km away from the city in the midst of a dense forest. A loner wolf used to find mate in the party. They used to howl together after the party around 1 o'clock. " Carol, get ready a nice dress for today's party." her mom said while picking up a dress for herself.

The pathway narrowed as I curved away from the rounded area we’d slept in, and it didn’t take me long to find out what had made such a loud thump. A wolf’s body lay on the ground. Its coat was a rich brown, which hid the blood. But as my bleary eyes adjusted, I saw it. It slowly pooled out beneath the body, spreading across the rocks and the snow. It was one of Ares’s Warrior Wolves. It was Valeria.

Surprisingly, the two guards are nowhere to be seen, allowing us to pass through easily. As we enter through the door, our attention is immediately drawn to three wolves lying on the ground. EYOLF questions the presence of the two individuals beside the wolves, suspecting that they may be involved. Upon closer inspection, I realize that the two individuals are indeed POXWER and FAXNERY. It's disappointing to see them get caught by a vampire. Not far from them, I spot Warg and Lyca, who has taken on the appearance of a male. They are engaged in a fierce battle against the vampires. Without hesitation, we rush past them to lend our assistance.

The metal collar was an object with ten big needles, going into the Wolf's skin where the liquid silver running through the needles to the wolf's system and weakens it. She took a step back and turned around. Ethan's words echoing in her mind. The vampires lifted Ethan's cage to the sky. A great army of vampire stood behind Drake and Alexa. "For our lost glory!" Drake yelled a hand up before opening the portal. As the sky cleared, it came with the image of large numbers of werewolves in their battle suit holding weapons. With alpha Williams at the head of the werewolf. Drake smirk. "We're back to it! Dogs versus gods! And we all know who will win." He stretched out his hands and the 45th vam

A sudden pain washed over them, and suddenly heard a growl on their minds that seemed to shake and rattle their bones. That just lasted for a second, but it is enough for them to have a thought of it. They haven’t even spoken yet, when someone connected a mind link to Gamma Zayev. “Gamma Zayev, some of our warriors suddenly got unconscious at their posts. We concluded that it is after we felt some fort of great mind link by some wolf that sends a sudden pain on all of us,” said one of the warrior werewolves. “Send some mind link to the warriors near the pack house. If there are any that are not affected, send them to the areas guarded by the fainted warriors. And bring our unconscious warrio

The grounds soon filled with the sound of snarls, and growls. Eirika jumped down from the tree, scaled through the air, and buried the last dagger in the skull of the driver, landing behind him. The werewolf spun around to face her, took two steps, and then fell, face down, to the ground. Zenesha trapped the other werewolf under her paw and used her sharp teeth to rip off his flank. He thrashed violently taking a successful swipe at Zenesha. The she-wolf let out a loud grunt and dealt the killing blow.

The tension in the air thickened, the very essence of the forest pulsating with opposing energies. As we approached a clearing, the atmosphere shifted once again. A low growl, unmistakably lupine, reverberated from the shadows. The werewolf sentinels, guardians of the ancient traditions, emerged with eyes that glowed with a fierce territorial instinct. Their hostility echoed the centuries-old feud between werewolves and vampires. Hera and I halted, the weight of their collective gaze pressing down on us. A figure, larger and more imposing than the rest, stepped forward—the alpha of the werewolf pack. His eyes, like shards of silver, bore into us with a mix of defiance and disdain.

Silas, grappling with the aftermath of his possession and the revelation of his father's return as a malevolent spirit, struggled to unite his pack against this new menace. Reports of the chemical werewolves reached the packs through scattered eyewitness accounts and panicked survivors. Silas convened an emergency council with leaders from the Montgomery, Laufey, and other allied packs, setting aside their differences to confront this unprecedented threat. In a tense alliance forged by necessity, they devised strategies to counter Viktor's onslaught. Maranda, the skilled healer and mystic, worked tirelessly to develop antidotes to neutralize the effects of the chemical. Reed, now a seasoned