14 Werewolves Novels & Stories

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

Yet, not enough to stop the pain I was feeling whenever I remembered the kid he killed and the many werewolves that were found dead. So far, the number has gone up to thirty dead wolves out of forty missing ones. I don't have time to waste on these games. I mean, if I were one of these werewolves, I would want someone to find me. I was thinking of starving him and only feeding him when he gives me all the information he has, but that's going to take more days, and I don't have more time. Based on how he's dealing with his broken hand, I'm pretty sure he'll only get more stubborn if I beat him up.

Next day **************** It was sunday and today it was full moon day. Every full moon day, alpha Jack and Elena used to organize a party for their packs at a resort which was 14 km away from the city in the midst of a dense forest. A loner wolf used to find mate in the party. They used to howl together after the party around 1 o'clock. " Carol, get ready a nice dress for today's party." her mom said while picking up a dress for herself.

Their attempts to involve you in sexual activity were rejected by me and others. However, Alpha and Luna persisted in pursuing their desires despite this. One day, a fourteen-year-old teenager was walking through the forest, but I paid no attention to her as that is the norm for us werewolves in the pack. Doing some gardening, I heard a girl scream, which made me dash into the forest only to be met with a surprising sight.

I looked at each of them slowly. “What if I told you there was another way?” The youngest blinked. “What way?” “Leave.” They stared at me like I’d just suggested flying. “You’re joking,” one of the others said. “I’m not.” I leaned forward slightly. “Join us.” The tallest wolf narrowed his eyes. “Us?” “We have wolves,” I said. “And vampires.” That got their full attention. “Vampires?” the seventeen-year-old blurted. “You’re fighting with vampires?”

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

"They're calling themselves the Free Packs." Edward spread newspapers across the war room table. Headlines screamed about supernatural division. "WEREWOLF CIVIL WAR BREWING" "ROGUE PACKS REJECT HUMAN AUTHORITY" "SUPERNATURAL COMMUNITY FRACTURES" "How many total?" I asked. "Thirteen packs. Maybe two thousand wolves. All refusing to register. All rejecting the treaty. All following Vincent's lead." "Where are they?" "Scattered. But moving toward a central location. Somewhere they can defend if humans come for them."

If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile. “First up we have Werewolf number N17M115. A rare wolf from the Northern Mountains. Born in the wild, this fighter wolf has his instincts intact. Captured when he was 5, he was trained from a young age and has been fighting ever since hitting puberty. He has only ever lost one fight…” Jackson tuned him out. He didn’t want to hear it or else he’d be purchasing more than one wolf today.

She cannot just watch and see the man occupying most of her heart, be eaten alive by the wolves. In the forest, Fiel was still on top of the coconut tree. He looked at the small bottle of perfume in his hand and determine if its scent could last if he will pour a bit of it from the top down to the ground, where the wolves were gathered waiting for him. He counted the number of wolves down and he ended in number eleven. There were eleven werewolves, on the ground. Suddenly, the wolves tried to move the coconut tree, making the tree, swayed a bit. Not seeing that what they did was somehow effective, the eleven wolves started to line up, from one shoulder to another, wanting to reach Fiel on th

This was my new life, my mate always scolding me for everything I did, whether wrong or right. It was a cold night and the moon lit up the environment around us. Everyone was gathered around but in accordance with their separate packs. I counted five separate gatherings. The pack with the most members was ours with eight werewolves. Every other pack was a member shorter than the other. That is, it went from eight, to seven to the fifth pack consisting of four members. I wondered if each pack was somehow numbered like pack one, two, three, and so on and so forth. We were roasting meat by the fire which also served as warmth from the chilly night. The wind helped fan the flame.