Wyatt The Werewolf Novels & Stories

Several men flocked to one of the Lycans who had made it big in the movies, wanting to get a picture and be able to claim to know him. Wyatt walked out into the large open meadow with the other Hunters from the Crystal River Pack. He was the youngest of the eleven Hunters that he had traveled with. Being the son of an Alpha, the only son of an Alpha, he was used to a lot of attention from the she-wolves. His height, bright green eyes and short dark mahogany hair were inherited from his mother. The caramel coloring and easy temperament came from his father. At seventeen, he stood just under seven feet and could see over most of the crowd.

Wyatt took a deep breath and paused. “Family? You are related to them?” Nora’s eyes wide opened. “Are you a wolf too?” She was shocked but at the same time excited to know that she was dating a wolf. “I am actually born to a human male and She-wolf. I am Ernest’s distant nephew,” Wyatt explained. “So, can you also turn into a wolf-like them?” She asked with sparkling eyes and also with great expectation. “Unfortunately, no. I can’t! I took after my father and was born as a normal human. So, I don’t have such traits. I am sorry to disappoint you,” Wyatt caressed her face and said.

She planted her hands on her hips in a belligerent stance. Face to face with her wrath, Wyatt found himself utterly enchanted. Her eyes flashed, her cheeks bloomed, and her chest heaved. Hot damn, did his wolf fight for control, wanting to mark the feisty female who'd managed to upset his carefully balanced world-a woman he wanted to suddenly claim as his own with a ferocity that shocked him. Not without a fight I'm not. He couldn't claim her if she didn't want him. "Were your ears not working earlier? I told you the truth when I said we're Lycan. As in werewolves. You know, men who turn into wolves." He flashed some teeth at her.

Wyatt was young and didn’t know the werewolf laws by heart he was raised by his human mother who taught him to face his challenges and at this point Jeremy was pretty much a challenge. Jeremy let out a growl and every werewolf who had been chasing him bowed to the alpha. [how dare you] Jeremy grind at Wyatt. [If you don’t keep calm you would lose her] Wyatt said

" I always go big for my girl, especially on her birthday. So this year, aside from getting her a heart locket necklace, with a picture of us when we were kids and the other photo we had taken it recently. “I also hired the famous country to sing her a few songs by the fire.” “Artist Brett Young." Maddy loves the guy, and I also chose him because he is one of the few werewolves that stay in the human world. But he is safe to bring to our pack since he’s our kind. Brett is from a pack in southern Ca. I’m looking forward to getting my wolf and meeting Maddy’s wolf too. Werewolves are born with their wolf. They cannot come out until they are nineteen. We can still bring our claws out and growl,

"I am Wayne Wyatt, son of Warren Wyatt. King, and Alpha of the royal house of Wyatt. Leader of the pack of the Grey wolfs. Protector of the Plane Woede and all its hinterlands." Shocked hisses sounded across the room as they all scrambled away to the edge of the tenth. "You have erred for ill. Now you will pay with your life," he drawled as his body began to change, his claws grew razor sharp, his fangs protruded from his mouth, his ears elongated and fur grew out of his arms and legs. Giving an ear-splitting roar, he charged at them.

He cleared his throat looking at her. “Let me see your hand.” He said his voice came out soft. Sarah shook her head no not making any contact with him, they all were not actually. He was confused, he looked over at one of the four wolves. He realized he was still very naked. He let out a long sigh. “Bring me some clothing. The others bring things to take back Adams and his mate;s bodies.” Wyatt said calmly, he was trying to hide the emotion in his voice as he ordered the other wolves to go.

Wyatt told them I was a human, and so they all thought I was weak and didn't belong. "It does smell funky. How can he make a dessert smell so bad?" I asked Skylar as we neared the kitchen. "He will get there by tomorrow morning." Wyatt's folks, which were the Red Crescent Pack, followed a lot of customs and traditions that the rest of the werewolf world forgot about. When we get coronated tomorrow, we will all be wearing traditional clothes, and the new Luna Queen is supposed to make a dessert to offer a spoonful each to the crowds who attend the event.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull