Wyatt Werewolf Novels & Stories

“Don’t know… don’t want to know.” Something watched them—vision sharp, edges burning. Their breaths curled like ghosts. “Probably just a stray,” Martin said, not believing it. Hydraulics whined. The arms lifted the dumpster. A heavy THUD hit the truck roof—metal shuddered. Walt yelped, tumbling out of the open door. “What the—” The bin trembled. Another bang. Then— With a crashing boom, the dumpster slammed down, and a hulking shadow vaulted from behind it: a towering werewolf, black-furred, eyes burning amber. It hit Martin in a streak of teeth and claws.

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 could only watch, a passenger in his own mind, as his more bestial side, scenting the female it wanted, bounded into the clearing they'd chosen to set up camp. Of course, his wolf had forgotten one crucial fact. She didn't know what he and his pack brothers were. As soon as her eyes caught sight of him in his wolf form-a formidable beast, if he did say so himself-she scrambled up from the log she perched on and screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Before Parker or Jaxon could reach her, Wyatt changed back to his human shape, causing her to let loose with another formidable example of her lung capacity. Slapping a hand over her mouth, he shushed her. It did nothing to calm her. She tw

"The Volkov brothers, the ones who run the Steel Vultures, they're not human. They're werewolves and they're dangerous." I pulled my hand away and tried to keep my expression neutral. "Werewolves aren't real, Tommy. You're hurt and confused." "I know how it sounds but I'm telling you the truth. I saw Ryder transform with my own eyes. Watched him change from a man into a wolf bigger than any animal has a right to be. They're monsters and they tried to kill me when I found out their secret." "Why would they try to kill you?"

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

Wyatt initially thinks that there is only one werewolf there. Wyatt is also a little surprised that Mason isn’t able to find the werewolves. However, Wyatt is pretty sure that the three wolves know that the others are there. With one being a rogue, it could be possible that the other two are hunting the rogue and got the jobs to try and throw the rogue off. However, Wyatt doubts that. If they are truly hunting the rogue, the werewolves wouldn’t still be working at the company. They would have used the first opportunity that they have to take the rogue out.

The strong wind suddenly stopped blowing, the thunder stopped too. "The golden sword? It's a sword inherited from pure werewolf blood. I'll try to trick it." Katty said, then knelt to the ground then looked down. Her palms rest on her hands. She raised her face, opened her mouth and let out a sound like the howl of a wolf. A few moments later, her body slowly changed from head to toe. Katty Emerlinda has now turned into a wolf. She howled long. She hopes that the creature understands the symbol of friendship she gives, but it turns out she was wrong.

They were confident and composed, while I was a jittery mess, trying to remember everything I had learned in the past few days. One girl was asked, "Who was the first werewolf to ever exist?" She answered, "Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, the king of Arcadia." Her answer was met with nods of approval from the council and the other competitors. Another girl was asked, "What are the three forms that werewolves can take?" She confidently answered, "The human form, the wolf form, and the hybrid form." The council nodded in agreement, and I could feel my stomach churning with nerves.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'