Wolf Michael Jackson Thriller Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Put her on trial! Give her punishment!" Familiar pack mates of the past bared their fangs at me, glaring viciously as if they wanted to tear me to pieces right then and there. My body trembled even more violently; my wolf , dormant for years, was stimulated into waking and kept sending desperate pleas to Silas. Tears streamed endlessly from my eyes as I tried to soothe my wolf . The witch's face blurred before my eyes; she hesitated for a moment and looked up at Silas on the dais.

Clara said slowly. "What... What are you talking about.... Ahhhhhhhh!" Joseph shouts dropping his can of beer as he looks at Clara's direction. Jason had lifted his head from the Black sheets to look at the house (Hey My Knightley!) "WOOOF!". "Jason I said not to reveal yourself until I told him everything!" Clara yelled at the wolf. "Jason? As in Elizabeth Snow's kid?! He's that werewolf?!" Joseph stood up searching around the house as if looking for a weapon.

My gaze fixed on Dad who was silent at the side of the room, he looked at me with a slightly suspicious expression. "Somehow those two werewolves managed to hide their wolf scent," Jake said from next to me in a loud voice so that most of the Pack's attention was back on us. "At this time we are asking all members to increase your vigilance. The team will be handing out flyers with the faces and characteristics of the two perpetrators. If you accidentally cross paths with or encounter one of them, you can contact me directly, or Alex. Or Vincent Brooks." I nodded in agreement. "As much as possible don't fight them alone because both of them are killers, and they look much more dangerous than

Riven looked murderous but pulled back. Deeper inside the ruins Thorne found ancient carvings on the wall. He went pale. Mara saw them too and both hid their reactions fast. One carving showed two wolves under a shattered moon. Another showed black veins spreading through a king. But the third picture froze Mara completely. It showed children strapped down for experiments. And standing beside them a much younger Mara. More creatures attacked suddenly forcing the group to run through collapsing tunnels. Orion fought beside Lucien striking with ease. Riven did not trust him one bit. Orion noticed and grinned. "Still worried I will steal him away brother?"

“Of course, sir. I’ll be right back.” Jackson watched him walk off then turned back to the cage. Wolf C36M657 was tensed against the far side of the cage. He stood, head angled down, arms so tight behind his back that his shoulders couldn’t relax if he wanted to. The blindfold was snug over his eyes. His lips were tugged down into a small frown. His hair was pitch black and a matted mess of curls. Jackson felt disgusted just looking at him, but he did what he had to do. He had a werewolf.

"Did you see someone out there?" I look up at him and shake my head. "No, I was just lost in thought." He gave a look, as if he knew what I was thinking about. "Come on, let's get comfortable and watch the movie." He suggests, motioning me to the bed. We quickly change into out comfortable pajamas, and we get into bed. I cuddle up to him as he wraps his arms around me. We lay there in comfort silence watching a thriller/horror movie of Red Riding Hood. A bit cliché and predictable, but it wasn't too bad of a movie. Even Jackson found it good to watch, since he's a werewolf himself.

“You’re not a thrall.” The werewolf bares his teeth and lunges.

He had no wish to be caught in a fight between two werewolves, though, so he merely sat there, wishing Michael would get it over with and stop playing around. “Come on, then. Come to Papa, and let’s get this over with.” Michael taunted the werewolf again, and the latter lunged at him without warning delivering a solid blow to his jaw, but Michael did not even flinch. Instead, he reached out his hand with superhuman speed and ripped out the werewolf’s throat, not even breaking a sweat as he did it. The werewolf groaned in pain, fell to the ground, got up on unsteady feet, and began to walk away as fast as he could, clutching at his throat as he did so. However, Duncan jumped up immediately fr

Marco grunted in her ear, and Mj smiled to herself at the thought that this man still assumed she was the one in need of protection. Mj began to breathe deeply and as she calmed her heartbeat she felt Theron’s presence seep into every fiber of her body, “would you rather be the rabbit or the wolf, little hunter?” Mj spun slowly in her capture's arms and as she looked up into Marco eyes, the toothless wolf grinned at her, “purdy eyes,” he crooned and Mj smiled as seductively as she could while wrapping her arms around the unsuspecting wolf's midsection before she used her knees to rocket her head into the bridge of Marco’s nose and take off running into the bog.

“You’re not a thrall.” The werewolf bares his teeth and lunges.