Werewolves Resident Evil Novels & Stories

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.

I hum in agreement as I rest my arms on the table. The leader steps forward with crossed arms. He is not the same guy who hugged me. This guy means business. He wastes no time. “We know where they’re hiding. The plan is simple. We flood them out. Once they’re exposed, we’ll move in, take them down. And we’ve got new rounds for this mission,” he says, his voice cold. My heart skips a beat. New rounds. I have to get my hands on those bullets. “Two minutes after they get hit . . . Dead.” Shit. That is next level. How can bullets even cause a werewolf’s organs to shut down in two minutes?

“Many wolves find that the pills help them shorten their time under the moon's spell and control their wolf urges. I make them myself, and I usually have enough for my regulars, but this week's new wolves have depleted my supply, as you may have heard. "When did these new wolves appear in town?" - Josh had said he was protecting the site against possible threats. It would be too great a coincidence that more werewolves appeared in Crookshollow at the time the caves were being excavated. — There is a ranger in the forest. He arrived two days ago. Clara gave me a look. "I think this is your man." “Josh. It's him. How do you know he's a park ranger? - He told me. We had a lovely chat. He's a wo

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

Anyway, after a few minutes, we said our goodbyes, and both Julie and I took our way outside to drive back to the packhouse as we had planned earlier. The thing is, the feeling our wolves felt a while ago got stronger. When we reached Julie's car, the strong scent of blood hit us, warning us that something had happened. Carefully, we opened the car door only to discover the body of one of the reported dead werewolves. Using his blood, a message was written for us. As simple as the message was, it was terrifying for both of us. It said: 'You are next..." I didn't know what to do, and neither did she. So, we ended up calling the guys.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

He stood his ground, his resolve unwavering. The monstrous giant werewolf, its eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence, fixed its gaze upon Kai, its nostrils flaring as it took in Kai's scent. A primal recognition sparked within the beast, an instinctive awareness of a shared nature. Kai, too, felt a strange connection to the creature, a sense of kinship that defied explanation.

I tried to move but felt a stabbing pain invade me, it was the basilisk's venom eating through me, but I wouldn't let it stop me from getting to my pack. When I arrived there was chaos everywhere. We were being attacked by werewolves. One fierce looking wolf lunged at me which I easily sawed its head off. It crashed to the ground, thick black blood flowing from its dismembered body. These Invaders were from the Blackblood pack, Rafael's pack. We were being attacked by Rafael, he was also in cahoots with Delilah. First I needed to get to the witches quarters to see if any witch had survived.

Just a room full of disbelief. “Werewolves aren’t what you think,” I said softly. “We don’t hunt people. We’re not cursed. We’re born like this, from generations before us. We live in packs, like families. We protect each other, and we protect the humans around us. That’s our law. The true law of the pack.” Grandma Rose’s lips parted slightly. “You expect me to believe that?” “No,” I said honestly. “I don’t expect anything from you. But I want you to know the truth.”

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.