Wof As Humans Novels & Stories

I begin to read the articles I find. Everything about him is "Wow, wow!.". From these articles, one can easily conclude that he's a perfect man but we all know that there is no such thing. Maryline always tells me "No one is perfect, Eve!." I murmur imitating Maryline's and it makes me laugh aloud. ~~~~ ~~~ Add ~~~~~~~ ~~~~ Add ~~~~~ ~~~ Noting that we are in mid-20th century... Only a very few wolves succeed to live in the human form. Many were killed in the great war of the early 18th century "the war of obscure creatures". The humans call the war "the years of Apocalypse."

“No,” I said, following him as he slid between shelves. His finger dragged along spines of books where he was clearly searching for something in particular. “Over a century ago,” he began, “werewolves and humans were at war with each other. Werewolves didn’t even call them humans yet. They were only referred to as hunters.” “What?” I had never heard of humans fighting back to that degree. Aaron plucked a book off the shelf, flipping through the pages.

“Your mate had been right there for years. You knew that, and you let her be. You didn’t do this for her.” He was right, but I couldn’t resist pushing his buttons even more. “And what if I did it for her?” “She’s human. You wouldn’t go through all that for just a breeder.” Since werewolves had a low fertility rate, humans were usually kept as breeders to bear children. That’s all humans were seen as. Breeders. “And worse, you brought her here—to the pack. A human walking freely amongst a pack of wolves. What were you thinking?” “She would get accustomed to the change with time.”

"It will take you some time. Wolfen are human except we have a gene inside that allows us to shift if necessary. Yes, there are some additional subtle differences as well." "You can breed with humans. Right?" His nod was deliberate and when he cocked his head, my breath skipped. "Why hasn't it been bred out?" "I will not be as technical as you are, but from what I've been told, our DNA takes over a significant percentage of human DNA. However, a good number of us were recently told that what you assume should happen is occurring, just very slowly." "Before now, it prevented extinction. A safety mechanism." Was this suddenly making sense to me? Possibly. While I'd been freaked out after the f

"It all started from a long war between humans and werewolves. Technological developments also prompted the pure human race to consciously change themselves to become werewolves. Everything is done only to gain all power and eternal life." "For the pure human race which lost the battle, they retained their original form. The pure human race has to survive in very few poor and marginalized places. If they wish to survive, then this pure human race must be willing to live the life of the slaves of those werewolves." Jonea scanned the v-tube channel to a different medium. A narrator's voice in a business video echoes in Jonea's small and simple room. The narrator conveys the profiles and achiev

The other replied, shrugging. "Humans aren't despicable. My best friend is human, and she's not inferior to any of you just because she doesn't have a wolf!" I shouted impatiently. "Humans are disgusting. Here, in this pack, we hate humans. They don't know about our existence because if they did, they'd hunt us like animals and put us in their zoos for entertainment. They're dumb, weak, and stupid! If you like them so much, go back there. Obviously, your place isn't here!" The man replied, serious and angry, and everyone around agreed.

the man continued. “So they were willing to risk our lives over some stupid beef with the other human clans!” The woman cried out with so much anger in her voice. I understood her. This was exactly why the wolves would win in this situation. They were united, we weren’t. The only reason why the humans had defeated the werewolves in battle for several years was because they had been together. But with no common enemy to fight anymore, we had slowly drifted apart over minor inconsistencies until we were secluded from one another, treating one another like aliens, while the wolves had worked together to make all their clans into one great nation.

"Being as though I am a wolf and my own person, to a point, I hold little objections to our mating. Kwen, on the other hand... let's just say, if words could cut, you'd be in pieces right now. I have always been with Kwen. Again, because I was created to fit a more human form, my presence will never be scented out when I am not present as I am now. I have seen her life, and I have felt her pain. She is just like Cimone, in regards to being unyielding. I believe this is one of the reasons as to why we are mates. We not only understand how important it is to keep our community protected, but we understand what prejudice looks like and how it feels. Too many of our kind look down on others for

"Werewolves have lived alongside humans for millennia, hidden but present. We're teachers, doctors, parents, neighbors. We're not monsters from horror stories. We're people with a genetic difference." A delegate from Russia leaned forward, frowning. "I understand your fear," I continued. "You've just learned that creatures you thought were myths are real. That's terrifying. But fear shouldn't drive policy. Facts should." I clicked to the first slide. Statistics appeared on the screens around the room. "Werewolf crime rates are lower than human crime rates. Our communities are self-policing through pack structures. We have our own justice systems that work." Click. Next slide. "Werewolves con

“Who.” A ripple moved through the crowd ahead—panic. Screams spiked. At the gate, several figures convulsed mid-stride, bodies twisting like wire in a fire. Clothes tore. Bones re-set. Werewolves burst from the throng, slashing into the nearest flesh. “Contact!” Tara shouted. “Gate!” Zak dropped a gear; the Hummer surged. A lean wolf broke from the melee, head up, eyes locking on the oncoming vehicle. “We’ve got one incoming,” Tara barked, bracing a hand on the dash.