World Of Darkness Werewolf: The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I lost my world. I woke up in a room with cement everything; walls, floors, and even a cement door. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something spinning around. I looked up and saw a camera facing in my direction, I felt like I was in jail. Maybe I should have listened to Jake, it was too late. In great frustration, I started to punch holes in the cement wall. Unfortunately, none of them were deep enough to escape me from this hell. As I was hitting the wall like my own punching bag I heard a loud bang and scream. I listen closely and hear howls, Werewolves. This night really couldn’t have gotten any worse. XXX

But what was done was done, at this time they could only make sure that something like this wouldn't happen again. But Asher was insistent on taking revenge on behalf of Kira. He didn't even know what enemy they were going to face. Her father had said something about the Dark Wolves, Alex had only heard about them from this store as her grandfather used to tell her when she was a little girl. The Dark Wolves were said to be the first-ever wolf pack to have existed, at that time they coexisted with vampires and Dragons, and they lived peacefully before war broke out. And somehow they had gotten wiped out, just like the Dragons. The Dark Wolves were a lot stronger than the Lycans, it was said

A growl rumbled through the realm. My breath hitched. That wasn’t Kaelen. That was the wolf. The corrupted version of him. The monster the seer had forced forward. A creature made of darkness, rage, and hunger. I took a step forward— And the world trembled. Something massive crawled out of the shadows. Silver fur. Black veins. Eyes as dark as an abyss. The Dark Wolf. My mate’s wolf… twisted. Its lips peeled back in a snarl. A sound that rattled the stones beneath my feet.

And so did her transformational ability. Her thoughts flashed speedily to the moment she found herself in the midst of a very angry mob that only wanted one thing— her life. She had crossed the territory of the death valley pack. As the name implies, the pack was one of if not the most popular pack. No. Not popular but notorious. Through the ages, they had been referred to as many things. Wicked souls, evil incarnates, beasts of the wild, monsters . Whichever the case may be, they could fit in perfectly to it. Right now, the pack is called " Death Valley" . The worst nightmare of any person was to find him or herself trespassing the borders of the death valley back. Numerous alphas , omegas

it was obvious Alex was worried about which location Adler would choose, "What is it?" I asked with a little bad feeling. Alex frowned for a moment, "We suspect that Adler will choose the Land of Ashes as the site of the war "Why?" "That place is one of the neutral territories, but werewolves cannot bring out their wolf form in the Land of Ashes." he explained, "Several hundred years ago there was a big war between werewolves, several thousand of us died there because of the war. It was a very long winter, it was almost impossible to bury all the war dead in the ground that had hardened with snow. So the authorities at the time decided to burn the bodies all at once to ashes. Now it's a sacr

"Turn? What are you saying?" "Ah, so that boyfriend you are with tonight is keeping you in the dark. Figures, since you are not marked. He must not be serious about you. Born wolf shifters may not continue forever, but science will ensure that they do." A small box in his hand revealed a syringe, filled with a glowing, blue liquid. "Now, let us not make this difficult," he said, voice soft but his eyes were reflective, the eyes of a wolf. They lunged at the same time; her towards the box and he towards her. She screamed when he grazed her arm, just out of reach. Using an old desk as a barrier, she managed to get behind it and hold an old candleholder out in front of her.

But he still held me firmly, hoarsely saying, "Alisha, I can't...even if you hate me, I..." His words were not finished when suddenly the surrounding black mist began to thicken, even covering the moon in the sky. A nauseating and foul stench filled the air. I widened my eyes, staring ahead. In the black mist, an immensely huge wolf manifested its form. The trees around it appeared petite in its presence. In its eye sockets were two crimson flames that emitted an ominous glow within the black mist. The Lord of Dark had appeared.

Then all of a sudden the doors to the ballroom opened up and in walked the Greyback family. Alpha Arthur and his wife Talia walked in first. Followed by their youngest son Embry and middle child Lydia. Their oldest son Lyall hasn’t been seen or heard from in years. He was a few years older than me and hasn’t been mated yet. He’s known as the Dark Wolf, he’s always been a trouble maker but has gotten worse since he hasn’t found his mate yet. When a wolf doesn’t find their mate over time they become angry and lash out. Their wolf takes more control and it’s hard to keep them calm.

The remaining participants in the dark ceremony were captured and swiftly brought to justice, their treachery leading to their execution. Arayah, gravely wounded but clinging to life, was nursed back from the edge of death by the combined efforts of the werewolf healers and the regenerative power of vampire blood. Slowly, she emerged from the depths of despair, her resilience proving unyielding. Months passed, and the wounds of the kingdom began to heal. The vampires, now integrated into the werewolf society, coexisted harmoniously. Arayah and Prince Amareux, their love stronger than ever, were coronated as the new Alpha King and Queen, their union symbolizing the unity of the two races.

We spun around, our eyes scanning the shadows for the source of the menacing sound. Emerging from the darkness, a pack of snarling, feral werewolves encircled us, their eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. They moved with a primal grace, their teeth bared in anticipation of the hunt. One of the larger werewolves stepped forward, his voice dripping with malice. "You thought you could challenge the darkness and protect the Silverwood? You underestimate the power we possess," he sneered, his gaze locking onto us with a malevolent intensity.