Winnie The Werewolf Hotel Transylvania Novels & Stories

The werewolves, her pack, had migrated to the city centuries ago, and she was glad that she got to grow up in such a beautiful city. The zincs of the building were illuminated beautifully by the light of the full blue moon. The full moon…. Yvonne grinned It was almost full moon. Her heart jumped in excitement. She couldn’t wait again to wolf out and run, ruin fast into the mountains. The Limo halted to a stop in front of the biggest hotel in Decorah city. Whew. Its time. Picking up her purse, she opened the door and got out of the car. Without waiting for Samantha, she quickly made her way to the front door.

Better cut it out. We arrived at the Midnight Shadows Hotel. They were renting one of the biggest rooms here for a whole month while waiting for their house to finish renovating. Good thing it isn’t summer vacation yet so the hotel is not full-packed. “Good morning, sir,” greeted the servants. All the employees here are members of the pack and most of our guests are human. We trained our servants how to act in front of humans so they won’t do unnecessary acts that might cause harm not just to our packs but to the whole werewolf community.

Not in the sense that she was off a different species anyway. He made the drive to the clans hotel, The Cave, where they ran a secret society of werewolf hunters out of the basement. Parking at the back of the building, out of sight, he gathered Cilyna in his arms again. She groaned in protest as she slowly regained consciousness, yet not enough to fight against him. He took the special elevator that only lead to the facilities below ground where they examined and questioned the captives.

And the werewolves get to be too much human - jealous, untrusting, and selfish. "So... how's your little girl." Carrie gasps. She is caught off guard when Lucy, a member of the pack who is also a mother, whispers teasingly behind her. "Hansel's fine. But is it not inappropriate for you to call her 'little girl'? She'd already reached the hundred," Carrie shows her annoyance wishing the old b*tch will go away. "Is it? She always looks like a child to me... to us... So Immature, uncontrollable, unwanted, almost like a ro-"

"Being sad won't do us any good right now. It won't make sense to worry about something that hasn't even happened yet." We fell into silence for the rest of the car ride. I think I even dozed off at some point. Soon, we arrived at the hotel, which was located in a privately owned forest near the human town. I heard werewolves used this hotel for events since it was located in the woods and not many humans came here. "Are you ready for the event, Luna?" Jade asked, seeming to be in a better mood than earlier. I smiled, my stomach twisting this way and that.

It was bigger than more than fifty pack towns combined. My heart raced as I clutched my bag tighter and walked through the glass doors of the hotel that had the name Alphatopia in bold golden letters. I had memorized the name from the letter I stole–No–Found. In Kaden’s room I stepped up to the counter where a young woman in a black and gold uniform stood typing away. Her scent was human who looked like she was hiding away in the werewolf city. “Hi” I said. “Good day. I'm looking for a room”

I’m on the floor of the living room, surrounded by supernatural toddlers who think I’m a jungle gym. We’re babysitting for a few families from Crescent Academy—our high school down here in Baton Rouge. Parents wanted a rare adult night off for the New Year’s gathering. There’s little Charles—three years old, werewolf pup, son of one of the Crescent pack enforcers. He shifts into a fluffy gray wolf cub when he gets excited and keeps trying to herd the others into a pile. SaraPhina—two and a half, vampire girl with tiny fangs and perfect ringlets. Daughter of Principal Moreau at Crescent Academy. She’s already got that aristocratic stare, but mostly uses it to demand more juice.

Seraphina's POV I woke up sprawled on a fancy hotel bed, my limbs heavy like they were filled with lead, and my head spinning in dull waves. Blinking hard, I forced my eyes open, the blurry outlines around me slowly coming into focus. A dimly lit hotel suite. The air stank-cheap cologne, sweat, and that unmistakable grime that clings to rogue werewolves. I wasn't alone. There were seven, maybe eight male werewolves scattered around the room. They all had towels thrown over their waists, their chests littered with rough tattoos.

But this time, she wouldn’t wake. I could only pray that the Moon Goddess would let her rest in peace and reunite her with her mate. The car ride to Andrew’s hotel was silent, the weight of the day pressing down on me. When we arrived, I wasn’t surprised to see that he had brought us to the Gilson Luxe Hotel, one of his, of course. Andrew strode into the hotel with a purpose, and we followed closely behind. I could smell that some of the staff were werwolves. Which made sense we had alot of abilities the humans did not.

the alpha reminds us. I suppress a groan and fist my hands at my sides. The forest is now going to be crawling with Werewolves trying to track down the princesses. How am I going to keep her hidden?