White Wolf Werewolf: The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

"Turn? What are you saying?" "Ah, so that boyfriend you are with tonight is keeping you in the dark. Figures, since you are not marked. He must not be serious about you. Born wolf shifters may not continue forever, but science will ensure that they do." A small box in his hand revealed a syringe, filled with a glowing, blue liquid. "Now, let us not make this difficult," he said, voice soft but his eyes were reflective, the eyes of a wolf. They lunged at the same time; her towards the box and he towards her. She screamed when he grazed her arm, just out of reach. Using an old desk as a barrier, she managed to get behind it and hold an old candleholder out in front of her.

While the poor girl was in tears, begging them, one of the werewolves stopped walking while the others approached Sky, the one who stopped was going to howl, alerting the others. Before he could even make the first sound, a huge shadow from behind him startled the young werewolf. A wolf twice his size appears from the trees behind, a huge wolf with black fur, as dark as the night. The huge wolf gnawed the head of the search werewolf, while the other one looked in fear, an Alpha appeared, and after he decapitated the first one, he jumped and sank his teeth into the neck of the second one, breaking the neck of the wolf clean and fast.

She rallied her vampire allies, leading them in a counter-attack against the werewolf pack. The circle of bloodshed and destruction expanded, consuming all in its path. Lives were lost, the ground soaked with the blood of both werewolves and vampires. The air crackled with power and despair, the once-beautiful landscape now scarred by the ravages of war. Amareux, torn between his loyalty to his pack and his love for Arayah, found himself caught in the crossfire. He fought alongside his werewolf brethren, hoping to quell the violence and bring an end to the cycle of vengeance. But with every strike, every fallen comrade, the weight of betrayal bore down upon him.

By the next morning, the Colonel pulled the teams in. “The longer she stays in wolf form under duress, the harder she will succumb to her wolf’s nature.” We nodded our heads in understanding. Lone shifters have been known to leave their humanity and live out their lives in wolf form when balance is disturbed. Many older shifters give up on their wolf in fear of being unable to endure the transformation back. “We need Hacker. A white wolf is an anomaly even to humans, this far from the Arctic. If there is a sighting, someone will post it on social media.”

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"

The other two wolves emerged from behind the mansion, their fur a darker, more foreboding shade that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. The three wolves padded towards Nicholas, their eyes fixed on their Alpha with a deep, unwavering loyalty. As they drew closer, they fell into step before him, their howls merging with his in a chorus of sorrow and defiance. Together, the four werewolves stood as one, their voices echoing through the night, a testament to their unbreakable bond and their shared commitment to their pack.

he thundered again. My body began to tremble, bones shifting, skin rippling. I wasn’t in control. Within seconds, my wolf had taken over. She didn’t hesitate. With a snarl, she leapt forward and landed on the Alpha’s lifeless chest. Her claws dug into his ribcage, and with a grotesque crack, she tore into him. Heat pulsed beneath the bones. The Heartstone glowed with an eerie, red ancient light. She clamped her jaws around it and ripped it free.

Anders starts, his voice soft and sad. For the last twenty years a sickness has been plaguing wolves across the region, slowly eating away at their clan and pack bonds until they forget who they are, where they are form and are unable to shift back to their human form – essentially becoming wolves and rogues, but without the inherent rogue violent tendencies.