379 Quotes About Werewolves

I launched forward. The Shift was effortless. A snarl ripped from my throat, and the ground rushed past me. My paws were nearly skinned with the pace. My people joined me. Death was on the wind, in our voice, in our soul.

They weren't all like this but Mr. Jenkins was a few bones short of a graveyard and his instability as a human had followed him into Lycanthropy, creating exciting and lethal new problems.

Something deep in the human psyche has always seemed to yearn for ever more enhanced levels of savagery.

Redford had read somewhere that cats brought their owners dead birds, rodents, and their own toys because they were trying to teach the stupid humans how to hunt, like they did with their own kittens. From the amount of toys Knievel had brought to him, the cat thought he was absolutely useless.

Oh, and Knievel stared you down, and you gave in so quick.” Jed laughed lowly, rubbing his hand over Redford’s stomach. “You’re now my cat’s bitch.

It’s okay, Fia,” said Nathan from the end of the hallway. He carried a large bundle of white comforter in his skinny arms and dumped it on the couch. “Aaron sucks at compliments.”“I am quite adept with compliments,” he said dryly. “But I do not praise bad behavior.

She dropped her glass and wiped the spill with her sleeve. 'Oh, god, use a napkin,' he said. 'People are going to think you were raised by wolves.' He snorted at his own joke.

But never in all her human days had her blood bubbled with such a golden exultation and such blissful freedom as now when she ran, a werewolf, across the marsh.

I'm a wolf ma'am. Not a cat. I don't play around with my prey.