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supernatural werewolf

What does it mean to be human? That night redefined my entire point of view on the subject. I can't call myself human but I refuse to be a monster. I refuse to be a killer. But I think it's too late...and someone knows it.All Rights Reserved

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Hunting Season ✓ by NeverEndingStory4You

[ᴀ ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ] The Hunting Season has begun again. It's an event that goes back hundreds of years, made up by wolf law. Everyone who decides to enter must know one thing: Once you're in, there's no backing out. You either run, or you die. It's as simple as that. Why enter? Because it's the only opportunity submissive wolves will ever get to find a mate. It is strictly prohibited for them to mate with a wolf outside of the event. Alpha's are those who rule. They have the say over every other dominant wolf. The lower the rank, the less of a life you could live, the more that others commanded you around. If the submissive tries anything that is considered out of line, the dominant has the right to kill. It's just how the law works. No further questions asked. Every single thing is based upon rules. The higher the rank, the lesser rules you are obligated to follow, the more rules you got to make. Their world for some is utterly unfair. Try to go against it. You won't live to see sunlight the next day. Then, rumours started to spread. The number of dead submissives at the end of the event started increasing. It goes that there is one pure blood alpha, also known as the killer machine, who only participates in the season to kill. For now, that is nothing more than a terrifying rumour. ❝It was all bark, no bite.❞ But, oh boy, is there going to be 'bite.' ─8th book─

Hybrid by UnVerseau

It started out as something anyone could have confused as a hangover, food poisoning, or any other puke indulging sickness. But then within minutes it morphed into something even the smartest and most experienced medical facilitators couldn't diagnose. I mean, how could you really label someone as transforming into a werewolf if less then a penny of the earth knew of the species? "Sienna... Sienna please go." Elijah pleaded, arms quivering as he coughed up more and more blood and bile, leaving a strong scent throughout the musky air. Why is life so hard? Why can't we all just be human and lead normal lives? If there was a wall here right about now I'd probably have the chance to bang my head into it repetitively, like what they always do in those cliché films when the protagonist is flustered. But then again it's normally on a locker where they can also bang their enraged fists. Oh typical high school drama, how I somewhat missed that. But no. I'm stuck here trying to help the boy I have a stupid secret crush on get through his transformation with the time for the train departure ticking away every second. And quite frankly, blood is my weak point. Yeah, not ideally a trait one should have in this current situation. But hey, being a hybrid comes with downsides.. Actually way more downsides then perks. Heck, I don't think my witchy powers really did me any good ever! Hence I'm trapped here in this scene where my attractive crush is coughing out that warm red liquid we all know so well. Lord have mercy. ---------------------------------------------------------- All Rights Reserved. Copyright ©UnVerseau 2012/2013. Editing Done : October 20th, 2014.

Each Vibrant Memory by sihouette

When I'm feeling ironic or witty, I wonder what I might call myself. Not normal, never that. But the cool parts of my story, they belong to Warren. Werewolf Warren. Of course, I didn't know that, or the rest of our age-long story. Not in the beginning.

The Volpric (Magical elements book one. ) by Under_Rocking_Paris

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Verge of Insanity by Honeyvine

My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

The Bitten Queen ✔ by the_Savage_reader

It takes one wrong choice, it takes one mistake to change your entire life. Lucille made that mistake, that night she made the horrible choice to seek refuge in between the dark, towering trees of the forest. Hiding and trying to fight her anger she was unaware of the other person hiding in the shadows and fighting their urge. Their urge to sink their teeth into the tender skin of her neck. Lucille being a human girl that she was, was unaware of the creatures of the night but fate had plans; plans for her to meet those said creatures. It only took one bite for fate's plan to jump into action, it only takes one bite for Lucille to enter the world of werewolves. The only flaw to fate's plan was whether Lucille will survive the bite and accept the darker side of life. The bite wasn't the only she was going to have to survive. She was going to have to survive her mate and he was going to have to survive her. The thing was, was Lucille willing to be the person he wanted her to be? Was she willing to accept her new life and was she going to accept to be his second choice? And if not? Who will show Lucille that love exsists and you just need to find the right person to show you. And if that person happens to have mysterious grey eyes maybe just maybe she will allow herself to experience love for the first time.

Far Side by Missing_Min_MeowMeow

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Me. . . by armoniaevans

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Hunting Season ✓

[ᴀ ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ] The Hunting Season has begun again. It's an event that goes back hundreds of years, made up by wolf law. Everyone who decides to enter must know one thing: Once you're in, there's no backing out. You either run, or you die. It's as simple as that. Why enter? Because it's the only opportunity submissive wolves will ever get to find a mate. It is strictly prohibited for them to mate with a wolf outside of the event. Alpha's are those who rule. They have the say over every other dominant wolf. The lower the rank, the less of a life you could live, the more that others commanded you around. If the submissive tries anything that is considered out of line, the dominant has the right to kill. It's just how the law works. No further questions asked. Every single thing is based upon rules. The higher the rank, the lesser rules you are obligated to follow, the more rules you got to make. Their world for some is utterly unfair. Try to go against it. You won't live to see sunlight the next day. Then, rumours started to spread. The number of dead submissives at the end of the event started increasing. It goes that there is one pure blood alpha, also known as the killer machine, who only participates in the season to kill. For now, that is nothing more than a terrifying rumour. ❝It was all bark, no bite.❞ But, oh boy, is there going to be 'bite.' ─8th book─