Wmmap Characters Novels & Stories

Aaliyah replied before we were unconsciously pulled into an argument to what name really suited us- -when we actually really gathered to welcome Wu back from her rehabilitation center. "I like a little mystery, we-" Wu had started out before Jacqueline clicked her glass to gather our attention. "-the vamps" She interrupted with a slight shrug of her shoulders and we hesitantly held up our glasses this time-- "Too cliché" Wu eye rolled. We looked to her as she brought out her blow, it was to no surprise to us that even after rehab, Wu still had no plan to stay clean-

Human and werewolf and never a moment's discord between them. Aluna and I are the elected leaders of the waterwolves, a model adopted by all of the packs. Aluna is temperate, caring, infinitely wise and loving. I ... well ... she will tell you I am proud and stubborn and impossible to do anything with except love. And then she will growl in my ear and nip at my neck until she too is impossible to do anything with except love.

* * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack Valen Anderson – Crystal Blood Pack Zarek Rexter – Silver Bow Pack Victor King – Vampire King

my eyes were raging flame giving him a warning but just like me, he was as stubborn as a mule. "Victor. Victor Moore from Blue Moon Pack. Pack of werewolves in another realm!" He even kissed the back of her palm! "Damn!"

Only then can you strike. Gunner’s wolf, Maddox, padded forward slightly, his neon-yellow eyes reflecting both caution and impatience. “We can’t just sit here waiting while those things circle us,” he muttered through the mindlink to Chelsea and Cheyenne, though the tone held a note of agreement.

I’ll have to educate her on video game characters after I wake up. “He’s a Nintendo character. He was the villain in….” My words trailed off as I realized she wasn’t next to me. “KATRINA!?” I shouted, looking around for her. Don’t tell me she got pulled out of my mind by something happening in the real world. Outside a safe room, I can’t hear what’s happening in the real world. “Fuck! I’m going to have to face the boss solo.” I grumbled. “Ahem. I’m still here.” August pointed out. Wait that doesn’t make sense. August is only around if Katrina is.

Thora's pov "He loathes you" The voice speaks in my mind as I lean against the door of my attic room. "You are nothing compared to Charlotte" I sigh, running my hands through my hair. Biting my lip, holding in a cry. This voice has been really pestering me alot these days, this is the death wolf communicating. I know it now, but I don't know how to stop it. "You are nothing but a weak pathetic she wolf who is desperate for him "

I turned to the curious mad dog. "If it makes you feel any better, she's an omega wolf. “A!!! ". Mad dog let out a sarcastic laugh. I halted in my stride and turned to him. "Did you just laugh? “No, sorry." He apologized quickly as he struggled to keep a straight face. My cold gaze never left him. I didn't care about who loved Gwen and who she loved. I was done leaving her to half-baked men. Hastening my stride, I made my way to the party. Everyone was waiting.

I know she won't back off until she gets Damon. I felt my wolf getting angry when she said those words but I managed to push her back. "I'm going to kick her ass," Alexia mumbled in my head. "I, Emma Jones, warrior of the Blood Moon pack, challenge Valentina Charlotte Winston for the Luna position." I looked at her and saw her smirking at me. "I, Ava Miller, warrior of the Blood Moon pack, challenge Valentina Charlotte Winston for the Luna position." I looked at the girl and saw her looking at me in disgust. I feel my rage build up inside of me.

"I came in past the guards." "How?" He smirked, lifting his broad shoulders. "I have my ways." Then it hit me. "You're a Wolf-Witch Hybrid, aren't you?" He took another step closer, a smile lighting his lips. "Well, I prefer the term Arctic Wolf-Wizard Hybrid." When I looked more closely, he looked familiar, as if I either knew him or had seen him somewhere before. "Who are you?" He looked me dead in the eye. "I'm your Mate."