14 Werewolves Novels & Stories

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

His clan was not only the biggest clan but also the leading clan. He followed Logan to one of the entrances of the Tongass forest. The open field was crowded with werewolves, there must have been at least a thousand of them. They all came from different corners of the country to be here. The mate hunt was one of the year’s main events for the werewolf clans. From the age of 21 wolves were permitted to join the mate hunt. You had to be 21 because your wolf had matured from that age, and you were ready to transform. When Noah walked into the field it immediately became quiet. They all made a path for him and bowed their heads in respect. His clan was feared and respected for a good reason.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

Some didn't, so I needed to sound as human as possible while I was talking to them. Every wolf was in a rage, so it was a hard time to keep control for everyone. Sometimes, it could happen that we use a very unnaturally loud voice. That sounded more like a howl. Everyone here missed Ellen, which was clear on their faces. The sadness came through the excitement of the search. Since we were with ten wolves, I hoped we could pick up her scent. Everyone was done unpacking, and we could start. I gave them all a letter. The wolves stayed apart from the humans for their safety. You never know that a wolf lost control over a human. Werewolves also had strict rules not to change in front of humans.

Mother and father are out there as well, while everyone else is here. I filed that little bit of asinine information away for later consideration. If I did my mental tally right, there were somewhere between thirty-five and forty-five werewolves in this pack, and maybe thirteen of those were women. There were likely twenty men there who were not mated and I knew of at least seven of these thirteen were now unmated as well. That did not sound like a good situation for anyone if what Kaira told me was accurate about Arvin’s disposition towards the female members of the pack.

Max cleared his throat, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. Taking a moment to observe the council members, Max noted their identities. The council comprised seven individuals: Jackson, Fenrir, Magnus, Astrid, Thalia, Ragnar, and Ruben. They were all revered Elders within the werewolf community. But Max knew their reputations didn’t necessarily reflect their true nature. Ruben and Jackson were sympathetic to Max’s cause, and he hoped to win over Thalia, the only female alpha in the council.

I hesitated to tell her more, but it would be better if I got it all out. “Hope, there’s more,” I said. She immediately looked wary. “I know I said I was ready for your secrets, but I’m not sure I really am,” she confessed. “This one is a good one,” I said with a smile, praying that she would see it that way. She looked at me expectantly. “Werewolves get their wolf at eighteen. After that, their wolf is always looking for their mate. We mate with just one wolf, someone that the moon goddess picked for us. It’s called fated mates.”

I was more than serious. No one raised their hands at first but then after a couple of minutes, a hand shot up. It was a child that I would guess was about thirteen. After her was a man and another but all in all, they weren’t more than seven. Out of a pack that had more than seven thousand werewolves, only five knew those that prepared the food before them. “So if I would say that you should thank them you would not be able to do so because you don’t know who they are?” I asked with the whole pack going quiet, faces pale with my tone getting a bit heated. I swallowed, deciding to let that go.

“Does this satisfy you?” Duncan let out a smug smile, head held up high as he stood in the middle of the group. “Of course, but I just want to clarify their numbers.” Elder Carro’s lips trembled as he spoke, unable to hide the mix of fear and surprise in his voice. “As you can see. We’ve absorbed a total of seventeen werewolves.” Julieta already had the numbers in her head, so it wasn’t hard to answer it. Though she too got taken aback by the events, yet she remained calm.

A pleased rumble vibrates in my chest at the idea and the others answer it just as happily. "Do we have a count?" Jayk asks. "Sixty-two wolves. Twelve vampires," I answer immediately. Leelie glances back at me. "Sorry," "I'm only going to ask you this once, Mars," Jayk huffs from behind me. "Are you prepared to live with this? You can stay back and let us take care of this. None of us would be upset,"