Romans & histoires Werewolf Pup

They were brainless creatures driven only by the instinct to kill, but recent changes suggested someone had found a way to manipulate them. One day, I noticed groups of pups playing in the territory's center, a safe area where causing trouble could be a death wish. "Hi, Luna," the pups greeted, bowing slightly in respect. They were adorable. "Hello," I returned their greeting, and they surrounded me, wanting to play. Since I had completed my work and responsibilities for the week, I joined them. I loved pups. They were young and innocent werewolves, and part of me wished they would never grow up to face the harsh realities of our world, where we constantly battled rogues and hunters.

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.

The drama that was playing on the stage was about the little boy who , a special born who killed his mother, the Luna of the pack. " I hope we are following." Ruckus said, eyeing Derek. He smiled. It was obvious Derek was getting uncomfortable. " The story is about a young special born wolf who took the life of his own mother. " " That's strange." Alpha of the blood river pack said. " Quite sad. The boy mus be a curse to the pack." Ruckus giggled. " I bet he is. Someone like that gas to be a monster that will keep killing without stopping. " He eyed Derek.

All werewolves had a responsibility to protect the pack, mine was the biggest. As a child, I naively asked my mother why my responsibility was the greatest. Mom was very patient in explaining to me. "You are your father's son, you will inherit his responsibilities. Like you, since your father was born, he has also known his responsibilities. Each werewolf is born with a responsibility. You have my own responsibility and privileges. You have the responsibility to protect all the pack and at the same time, you earn everyone's respect. When you grow up you will become the Alpha King, everyone must obey all of your decisions, even the smallest, so your decision will affect the lives of others, s

“Some connection or some bond…” “You sound like those monsters talking about Mate Bond.”, Liam joked. “Don’t talk about those dogs.”, I snarled at him. “I had underestimated them by thinking them as stupid monsters but they are clearly not at all stupid. They tried to kill my dad and that day is not that far when they will harm my other family members as well. So, we have to find their Alpha as soon as possible.”, Immediately my tone changed into a serious one. “But the werewolf that we have caught is not ready to open his mouth.”

Despite the fact that he was the son of my adversary, I felt a spark when our flesh met. I introduced him after hauling him up, and I heard some voices chanting Devon's name. At the same time, rain began to pour, allowing me to flee the area. Devon's gaze shifted to the opposite side. Devon's eyes was drawn back to me as I reverted to a Werewolf. When he returned his focus to where I was standing, he was perplexed as to how I had vanished. His family came up to him and gave him an anxious embrace. I was hiding behind the bushes and could clearly hear their voices.

"Stop acting like we're best friends." Liana looked at the gun held limply by his hand. It was facing down and the safety was on. She charged at him and they both fell, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She winced and tried to get up but he grabbed her hand. She tried to bite his while pulled her down with so much strength that she fell on top of him. She heard a deep animalistic growl and saw his body twisting and fur growing on it. She gasped before he hit her head with a pistol and she felt dizzy. Her world suddenly turned black.

I don't really mind telling them about my wolf problem, but when it comes to family-related problems, I don't want to drag them into it. "Even so. It only happens on rare occasions. The wolf spirits remain dormant at a werewolf's birth. The magical core of the werewolf is the vessel of the wolf spirits. When the werewolf comes of age where their magical core is mature enough, that's usually when young werewolves reach sixteen to eighteen years old, a werewolf spirit will merge with their magical core. Sometimes, this can happen forcibly and that's when the werewolf shifts into a full wolf. To prevent that from happening, the shifting ritual was created. This is why there are steps to the shi

I know there are witches and vampires near by, I can smell them, but I can not see them from here. I am about to head towards the vampires when I notice 3 pups, werewolf children, they look young, maybe 5 or 6 years old. I change directions just as a vampire comes into view near them. By the evil smile that spreads across his face he planes to harm them. Leaping from tree to tree I position myself right over him, and drop down onto his back. I let my canine's grow into those of my wolf, leaning around him I sink my teeth into his throat, and I rip off his head. He drops to the ground, and his head rolls away towards the children.