Werewolves Within Reviews Novels & Stories

Roman’s sudden entry scares the shit out of me so hard that I jolt and the laptop goes crashing to the floor. Roman bends to pick it up as he approaches me, beating me to it and not meeting my eyes even as he hands it back to me and finishes, “Werewolves with scarlet eyes are believed to have corrupted wolf souls. We bring calamity to our packs, and wolves like that are killed. We’re monsters.”

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

The forest was cold after the rain. There were no dry spots to sleep and the night was much darker since we were deep within the forest. None of it bothered the werewolves. Unlike me, they could see clearly in the night and they have furs to keep them warm. I stood beside Alpha Deucalion as he watches his pack rest for the night. The clothes I was still in were wet. My body shivers cold. I leaned against him trying to find warmth in his fur.

Tex- I smell others approaching. We snarl in the direction of the interlopers. Fred shifts and follows my lead. It looks like fifty wolves are coming at us. We don’t back down! We cant Ken and Vale need us. We tear through the wolves with ease. Too much ease. As we are catching our breathes the second wave comes at us. “Steady we got this!” Johnathan says. Damn Lycans can talk when they shift. What total bull shit. As we dispense with most of the second wave. When the largest wolf I know jumps in, Ken and Trevor!

Violet POV I sat frozen on my bed, my eyes glued to the screen. My eyes burned, but I didn’t blink. I had read the same paragraphs over and over, my mind refusing to accept what was in front of me. Werewolves. Real life four legged wolf half human beings! I scrolled endlessly, absorbing every detail. Check-in for their weakness, Silver. Wolfsbane. Strong scents that could mask a human from their senses. Werewolves were real! And I was living with one.

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.

They transform into wolves and disappear into the darkness. Jason is terrified, his heart is pounding and he is breathing heavily. He can hear the growling of the wolves all around him. He frantically points the crossbow in different directions. The sweat is dripping down his forehead as he waits for a wolf to attack. Suddenly a werewolf appears out of the shadows and lunges at him, Jason fires his crossbow, the arrow hits the werewolf in the shoulder. The monster roars out loud and swipes its claws at Jason, hitting him across the chest. The blow sends him flying to the ground with multiple gashes across his chest he clenches his teeth in pain. Jason rushes to reload his crossbow with anoth

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

Should go outside and see for herself or was it safer for her to wait for her husband to return and tell her what the noise was about. When she heard her father-in-law’s voice, asking what was going on, Erin knew she couldn’t just sit in the tent and wait for secondhand feedback about what was happening outside, she had to go and see it for herself. She got off the sleeping mat and ran to the entrance of the tent to lift the flap. To her horror, she saw a pack of strange-looking black werewolves, making a mad dash to the front of the longhouse where the Prime Alpha stood with a bewildered expression on his face. She saw Danshak running after the beasts and then he shapeshifted into a huge gr

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.