Wolf Michael Jackson Thriller Werewolf Novels & Stories

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

Zayn screams that I should get behind him which I did gladly although not so sure there was much he could do to save us. I couldn't help but tremble in fear, as I thought of all the things I didn't get to do throughout my miserable life. I watched as the wolves geared forward towards us but somehow got intercepted by another larger looking pack of wolves. I tried my best to control my raging breath as intense fear overwhelmed me. There were a lot of quick movements, my eyes unable to follow and before I knew what was happening, my legs gave way. I fell loudly to the floor as my eyes slowly shut close. I could feel myself being lifted from the ground by the now familiar scent I was addicted t

For a split second, our eyes locked, and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. “You!” I shouted. “It’s over. We know what you’ve done.” The man didn’t respond. He lunged forward instead, faster than I’d anticipated. I barely had time to duck as he swung a knife at me, the blade glinting in the moonlight. He was strong — stronger than any human should be. So he was a werewolf as well. Jake shifted partially, his eyes glowing, claws extending as he launched himself at the man. The sound of snarling filled the room as Jake’s claws ripped through the air, narrowly missing the man’s throat.

Michael flew away and crashed on a tree. Michael whimpered in pain and shook his head to get off the dizziness, It took a while for Michael to recover however the other people already shifted and attacked Khaleed altogether but Khaleed doesn't seem to mind and instead he punched the werewolf that was nearest to him and grabbed the fur and used him as a shield to receive the damage from being bitten by the other pack members. The werewolf that he used as a shield whimpered in pain as soon as he was bitten.

The tension hung thick in the air, a silent agreement between us that this was a risky move. "It seems like there's no one here," Jordan whispered, his voice barely audible. "But something feels off." I nodded, my gaze fixed on the closed door. Suddenly, amidst the tense silence, a muffled thumping sound echoed from somewhere inside the apartment. Without hesitation, Jordan pushed the door down with a sudden burst of his werewolf strength, and we rushed inside, adrenaline surging through our veins. In the dimly lit room, our eyes quickly fell upon a figure tied to a chair—a woman, whose face looked awfully like a picture that I saw earlier from Leonel.

The wolf, Moon gives me chills. **Rex** ‘Maybe it's just the fact that we haven't met a wolf this old before. What do you think, Kit? Do we clue in Tristan or not? Surprises are bad. I've always said that and I've been right every single time.’ **Tristan**

That day, Anne was about to tell Rebecca to lower the price when Jessica called and told them the good news. "On the condition that I consult you first, a man agreed to pay $100 million for the first night." Anne had not anticipated that anyone would agree to spend such a large sum for one night. "In what condition?" she inquired. "Become his mistress for the next five years!"

Mark growled. "SOME ROGUES MANAGED TO INFILTRATE IN OUR PROGRAM AND DISAFFECT IT JUST IN TIME FOR THEM TO SLIP IN!" One of the operators yelled. "How irresponsible of you purple moon!" Elbert of green moon yelled accusingly. "It was in no way our fault. Any system could be pirated." Eric of purple moon defended. "Silent!" Tomramas yelled. They returned back to watching the screen. "The black werewolf grabbed Ethan by the neck lifting him up high." He managed to swing his foot hitting his violently in the face, the wolf let go as he staggered backward.

The way his face pales makes me chuckle. “Now you see why we will never give her up.” He stands there, either letting everything sink in or trying to find a way to escape. He is vastly outnumbered and will never make it out if he doesn’t have friends waiting for him. I know he does, but they haven’t passed the checkpoint. I watch as he shifts back and lunges for me. I don’t need to be in wolf form to take him. He is big for a soon-to-be Alpha, but not as big as me. I get into a fighting stance and get ready for the impact. He flies through the air, and I can see he is aiming for my throat, but there is no way I’m letting him get his jaw around my neck. As he is about to come straight at me,