Werewolves Within Reviews Novels & Stories

The vampires would come again on the next full moon and any more war could mean the extinction of werewolves. They were only few left.Just two packs in a kingdom once filled with more than fifty of them.Her pack-the Blood Moon only had her,her sick father and the two soldiers that survived the last war-Avery and Axel. The second pack-the Storm Moon had less than twenty two members left. Nina stared through her window and didn't even move when her father came in.Not until he moved a chair towards her did she snap out of her thoughts. "Dad." she smiled weakly "You're here"

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.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

The supernatural beings from distant lands spoke of legends and tales, their voices hushed but filled with an unspoken camaraderie. I found myself drawn into a conversation with a group of werewolves from a neighboring pack, their eyes reflecting a mixture of grief and determination. We shared anecdotes and memories of Alpha Derrick's leadership, his unwavering commitment to the preservation of their kind. It was in these conversations that the true power of unity was felt, the strength that lay within the bonds of community.

A whimper escaped its mouth as the black beast tore into it. I couldn’t look away. Frozen with fear I watched the other two wolfs lower there heads. And then realisation kicked in. The black wolf was Jake. A thunderous growl tore from his mouth and before I knew what was happening I was surrounded by werewolf’s. His pack had joined him. I couldn’t catch my breath. I had never seen so many before. Grabbing a hold of the door to steady myself I locked eyes with one that was circling the wolf on the ground.

Even the council elders had never seen anything like this; their stunned expressions matched mine and Father’s. Stepmother’s jaw was also hanging wide. More werewolves gathered around us, and the murmurs spread like wildfire. “Who is this guy? I’ve never heard of an Omega like him in the Alliance.” “I heard he migrated from the Southern Wastelands.” “The Wastelands? That barren dump?” “Who cares? Miss Elara sure lucked out. Even some Golden Lycans can’t afford a display like this.”

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.

We spun around, our eyes scanning the shadows for the source of the menacing sound. Emerging from the darkness, a pack of snarling, feral werewolves encircled us, their eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. They moved with a primal grace, their teeth bared in anticipation of the hunt. One of the larger werewolves stepped forward, his voice dripping with malice. "You thought you could challenge the darkness and protect the Silverwood? You underestimate the power we possess," he sneered, his gaze locking onto us with a malevolent intensity.

his wolf howled loudly as he called out to his mate but there was no response. His heartbeat raced and he looked around the wood but it’s like they were never there. ¶¶¶ Tory felt a grave headache before she could open her eyes. She opened her eyes and closed it immediately due to the light. She opened her eyes again and let it adjust to the light. She realized she was all alone in a cell and she stood up and shouted. “Who is there? Let me out.” No one was answering and she held the metal gate but she removed her hand as it burned her. “Shit”, she exclaimed. The metal was silver and silver was known to burn werewolves’ skin.

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.