14 Werewolves Novels & Stories

The witches flopped back onto the ground, tired and wheezing. The oldest one—a woman so wrinkled she looked like a skeleton—spoke up, her voice rough as gravel. “I’ve got bad news,” she said. “Werewolves are being killed like chickens these days. A new kind of vampire—strong ones—hunts werewolves as though they lives depends on it.” Another elder, her eyes milky and blind, chimed in. “Ninety of ours are gone. Twenty-three alphas, the rest betas and omegas.”

Stormrider paused again, awaiting what unhinged thing he was about to say this time around. "How many werewolves would it be altogether if the vampires are to attack us?" His voice was shaky and Stormrider could notice that he was visibly off, awaiting whatever number he were to name. " I heard that three werewolf clans have united. It leaves two out" "I didn't ask you that, Storm rider" Lucien breathed angrily." Get straight to the point!" He commanded and Stormrider had no other choice than to do as he had been instructed. "Roughly about 15,000" he lied. He knew that the three werewolf clans would be more than that if estimated but he had lied to Lucien in order not to impede the anger he

AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH. For tonight, unfortunately, I cannot think about this anymore. I need to focus. My father and I are currently headed to my Aunt Laurie’s pack, which is a little more than an hour from where the conference is being held. Normally, I would not want to leave this yearly conference —much less leave Blue Ridge members there without us— but my youngest cousin is turning 14 years old today. Fourteenth birthdays are a big deal to werewolves; they are almost as important as your wedding day. Fourteenth birthdays are the day that we first met our wolves. They are also the day that a new wolf is introduced to pack members and the community.

He bows slightly, then speaks, in a low and measured voice. “Alejandro, I have come with information that requires your guidance,” he begins. “There is an orphanage around, just miles from Lake Tahoe Villa area. Three children there…are werewolves. Two are fifteen, one is fourteen. Their sixteenth lunar birthdays are approaching, and I have reason to believe they will shift.”

“If I sacrifice seven cubs every day just to satisfy you three, I see no reason you need royal blood.” “Today, we need fourteen,” the second witch hissed, snaking over the first. “Why would you want fourteen cubs? Do you even know the lengths I go to gather them? You think it's as easy as gathering a bouquet?” “We don't care. We take care of our bit without hesitation. You should do the same with yours without telling us the backstory,” the first snarled. “To be clear, we said fourteen doesn't mean all fourteen. Seven pure she-wolves and seven cubs.”

TRIGGER WARNINGS This story contains elements that may be sensitive to some readers. This includes gore, graphic sexual tension, murder, language, angst, death, and a steamy romance you may have to take a cold shower after reading. Nothing in this story is based on reality and has been created for entertainment purposes only. With that in mind, keep your mental health a priority and enjoy this emotional, spicy werewolf romance... Elodie's POV

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

From a young age I learned to fight a lot of people at once, so holding off these werewolves for a short period of time shouldn't be a problem. After I hit the two wounded werewolves, all the werewolves transformed and jumped at me. Their fangs were normal but their claws were extremely sharp. I was scratched a few times and felt dizzy. My eyes saw everything so blurry, my hands started to shake. Maybe their fingernails are laced with anesthetic. They were well prepared to deal with us. I forced myself to stay calm and continued to scratch my wolves one by one. Although I was injured, the anesthetic in my body was gradually taking effect, but I wouldn't be defeated so easily by them. At leas

She rallied her vampire allies, leading them in a counter-attack against the werewolf pack. The circle of bloodshed and destruction expanded, consuming all in its path. Lives were lost, the ground soaked with the blood of both werewolves and vampires. The air crackled with power and despair, the once-beautiful landscape now scarred by the ravages of war. Amareux, torn between his loyalty to his pack and his love for Arayah, found himself caught in the crossfire. He fought alongside his werewolf brethren, hoping to quell the violence and bring an end to the cycle of vengeance. But with every strike, every fallen comrade, the weight of betrayal bore down upon him.