Wyatt Werewolf Novels & Stories

Cyrus raised his eyebrow, “no fucking way. You know what, don’t pretend I didn’t say it. Damn April, love you and I don’t fucking care if you’re like a witch with healing powers or an alien? I don’t care.” A witch or an alien, was that what he thought I was? I almost laughed out loud, if I hadn't been so scared to reveal the actual truth. "I am a werewolf. "

Ryan replied. Reynard Wyatt’s eyes widened. Damn these cocky werewolves, he thought laughing uproariously. “Listen, boy, I admire your bravery and all but… You’re just a small man who took a wrong turn in the theatre and somehow wandered onto the stage. Don’t dare think yourself a player.” He turned glassy green eyes on Deloris. “You must be the warlock the albino was talking about. You obviously squealed. Too bad. Seen your dead daughter yet?”

"I found my mate. He's a werewolf, the son of Viscount Raphael." Asteria was flabbergasted hearing that, but seeing that faint red hue on Annie's expression as though she was embarrassed made it more convincing. Staring blankly for a moment, she looked at Annie. Viscount Raphael was completely human. Therefore, it must be his wife that belonged to the werewolf race. "Wait for a moment." She said. "I will introduce Bryan to you." Annie hastily got up and walked away. When she came back, a man with blonde hair stood beside her, staring at her with a smile. He looked really happy.

At her nod, he added, "have you started feeling your wolf or is she buried deep?" Jodie quickly interrupted. "You should know that Wyatt is one of the most curious people to have ever walked the face of the Earth. Whereas he's great with intellectually and anything technical, he's not an expert with human emotion. It wouldn't occur to him that he might offend you by bringing it up." She shot him a reprimanding glare. Freya shrugged. "It's fine. No, my wolf's not buried, she's very much aware and very much a pain in the ass. Wyatt."

The healer that he had been following all the while had vanished into the thin air without any trace of being found. " No way. " He said. " She entered here. I am certain of that. " Vieira began to flash his eyes through the darkness of the night . But his sight was not good enough to see anyone. Then, he turned his eyes to his normal werewolf form. With those eyes that now glowed, he scanned the trees and the bushes for the slightest sign of a figure that looked like her. But there was no one there. He took out time to practice his smelling ability again. Perhaps, he was the one that hit it entirely wrong initially. That was definitely the reason for him not to have caught a glimpse of her

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

Because she was the only one who could prevent my elder son from killing my younger son. "Five Million!!", Now it's my turn to be surprised. When I would be lying if I say that I was just surprised in fact, I was shocked as well. I saw my son glaring at me and then his eyes zeroed on his wife. If looks could kill then the person who brought that bitch to this state would have been dead by now. "Five Million!! Oooh! This's too much. This's the highest bid amount for any werewolf which we had sold in the history.", The bidder said. "Five Million one, Five Million two...and sold."

This is not the time! You can't attack right now! You are alone. You will die before you can even save her. "You are so fucking beautiful" . . "If you weren't a werewolf. I would have surely made you my mate sweetheart." . . . "Your kind has ruthlessly murdered our dear ones. Tell me why I should have mercy on you sweetheart?" "They....they are rogues....pack wolves never hurt -" Ray tightens his grip, making drops of blood to leave her lips and I was moving forward.

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.