Wyatt The Werewolf Novels & Stories

I get off the bed and walk over to him as he turns his back to me, Bridget comes in. I see her neck. The Metallic W. I jump on Victor’s back and grab the phone. “You two are werewolves!” I scream at them. “The tattoos, I thought it was something gay men did, but Bridget now has one where Wesley bit her. It’s a mating mark. You two are mates!” There is silence on the other line. “They are rogues. They have a peace accord with Wesley’s Pack, Wesley hasn’t put it together yet, but I guess you did,” Bridget tells me.

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.

It hit Martin in a streak of teeth and claws. “WALT! HELP ME!” Walt backpedaled, panic flooding him. “I— I’m sorry!” He bolted for the cab, slamming the door, fumbling the ignition. “Come on, come on—” The engine caught. He jammed it in gear. Headlights swung across the alley just as the beast lifted its gore-dripping muzzle. He floored it. The werewolf sprinted. Leapt. Glass exploded as it smashed through the windscreen into the cab. The truck fishtailed, slammed into a brick wall, chassis shrieking. Walt’s scream cut off as the thing fell on him.

The Beta spoke again, on which Wylder’s Mother used a spell on him only to see that it didn’t work on him. “I can’t. Deal with him.” With that, she disappeared from there the moment Wylder shifted into a black werewolf with blue eyes and lunged at her to kill her. Wylder’s wolf looked at his other prey and lunged at him to kill him in the same way that everyone did to his father. The moment he was done ripping his head, a lot of pack members came over there, watching the black werewolf in shock and fear. They walked toward him to attack him. That was when Wylder’s wolf let out a warning growl, and his body started shifting again, but not into a human form, but into the bigger and more danger

Being a key collector had to be the hardest thing ever. "Hey, look!" Liana stopped walking and turned off her flashlight. "That's Dylan's cabin." Dylan Ineroy was one of the most desired young men in town. He was not rich but was hardworking and very handsome. He had a perfect body with well defined muscles that weren't huge. His rugged looks made every girl want to be with him although he did not seem to be into romance. Also, he was rarely seen which made him mysterious and that was a major point in his favour. Every girl wanted to be the one who finally changed his heart.

The wolves also didn't seem to like the two of them, their sharp wolf eyes shining in the dark. Winston grumbled: "What's he doing? Even if he transforms into a wolf, why bring so many animals to surround him? Does he think he's very cool?" In fact, the cat tribe and the werewolf tribe were similar in that they both had the ability to summon small animals. However, Winston rarely used this ability, and when he did, it was only to call out other cats.

Wyatt had taken both of her hands in his and was stroking his thumbs over them to try to soothe her. “Wyatt, I’m a werewolf,” she told him. Wyatt’s mind stopped working for a moment. She was a what? Was this a joke? He glanced at the couple sitting on the other couch, but the seriousness on their faces as they watched him told Wyatt this wasn’t a joke. “Okay, and by werewolf, you mean?” he asked, giving himself more time to process. “A werewolf. I can shift into a wolf,” Milly said. “Like in the movies?” Wyatt’s mind felt like it was filled with mud, making everything slower to process.

In the corporate arena, he was formidable—aggressive, dominant, and always achieving his desires. But beneath the façade of success lay a concealed truth. His true nature, hidden behind his handsome exterior, distinguished him from others. Wyatt was the Alpha of the most formidable urban Appalachian werewolf pack, the BLUE MOON PACK. His strength emanated not from humans but from his loyal pack members. The mantle of Alpha had fallen upon him after the tragic demise of his parents. Despite his power, he had yet to find his mate. Speculations circulated that she might be deceased. For an ordinary wolf, the absence of a mate could drive one to madness, but for an Alpha, the stakes were even hi

“Would you like me to introduce myself?” “That’s better. You described yourself as Nick’s best friend.” I nodded “And I can fill Jeremy’s shoes if you want.” “Why are you being so annoying.” I looked the other way, my cheeks heating up because of this weird guy. He just laughed, stopped chewing. “My name is Tyler Watson. You can call me Tyler.” “Are you a singer? Your name sounds like a talented Artist.” “Yes, I am an artist.” “Interesting. I’ve honestly never heard of a werewolf who’s as artistic as you, Tyler.”

’ I reply, shaking myself off as I stand over Gia with Amber in front of us, ready to attack if needed, even though she could hardly stand. When Wyatt decapitates the last one, he turns to us, and I couldn’t help the yelp that came out of me because he looks scary as hell! His sharp claws, face, and body, from where his clothes are torn, are all covered in blood and guts. He’s also sustained some injuries across his chest and torso, but they are healing already?! Whoa! That’s fast! “What’s going on?” He asks, looking at Amber. She shifts, but before she could answer, three more wolves came out, but Wyatt manages to kill them with ease as well.