3 Werewolves Novels & Stories

Their dwellings are just below, others are on the side of the stairs to and down the shrine. As they passed by the pack’s houses, every werewolf bowed to them. Well, all of them know about the tragedy that has happened 18 years ago. When Fenris and the others arrived at the shrine earlier, the altar was almost full of flowers. It must have come from his pack. Until they get to the end where the big house is, where Alpha, Beta, Gamma and the Fenris’ family live. Fenris approached his father and mother and rest each of his arms on their shoulder, as he gently caress their back.

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.

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.

Even so, Ruth was still very worried and tense about the situation that she and the other werewolves were currently facing about. “Hurry up your steps all... lest any warrior suspect any of us in this passage about right now.” Ruth once again muttered and told to all of the werewolves who were following Ruth on behind of her right now. Even the number of werewolves currently following in Ruth's footsteps was roughly three quarters of the total number of werewolves actually within in the Blood Moon Pack itself. “Yes...” They all muttered and quickened their pace.

Amongst the voices of his pack, the alpha also picked up stuttering and fading heartbeats and the crackling of blood filled lungs trying to draw in air. Hades slowed to a stop on the perimeter of the grizzly scene. Dotted between the mounds of bushes, felled logs and gnarled tree roots were the obvious shapes of bodies. He counted six in total just like Lucas had said, each one surrounded by healers or warriors as they fought to find pulses and stem bleeding. Gold eyes registered two females and four males. Four of them appeared to be no more than twenty while two others appeared slightly older, one closer to mid-twenties and the other around thirty. All of them werewolves.

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.

She cupped my face and a weak smile spread on her lips, “Dreki was right. I am the most foolish person in the world.” I didn’t get a chance to ask what she meant. Footsteps and ferocious growls thundered in the meadow as werewolves bounded toward us from all directions. The leaves rustled, the winds blew stronger and a few moments later a large group of vampires emerged; then came the witches. The small coven of seven witches drew closer and circled us, creating an orb of restriction around us. My gaze drifted over the large gathering. True to her word, Corel had managed to gather the three factions.

As I absorbed Freda's answer, a newfound sense of empowerment blossomed within me. Freda's voice softened, filled with compassion. "But it's not just the physical aspect that defines werewolves. They possess a deep bond with their pack, a sense of unity and loyalty that transcends mere friendship. The pack becomes their family, their support system, providing a sanctuary where they can truly be themselves, accepted and understood."

“What are we going to do with the new pack?” I ask, still curled up on Caden’s chest, my voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of him keeps my body relaxed, but my mind’s already spinning with logistics. Merging packs is no joke—especially when we’re talking about three thousand wolves. That brings our total to thirteen thousand. Thirteen. Thousand.

The type to make Dracula think of her as a love interest. But you see, Werewolves lived in their designated packs while, Witches and Vampires are both in covens. The wolf pack lands were huge and they were subdivided into three which comprised of Red Moon Crescent pack, The Wolverine Pack, and The Fire Dart Pack. She hoped her parents made it in time for her eighteenth birthday. She suspected something had gone wrong. That perception was churning at her stomach, her guts told her it wasn't anything pleasant. She needed something better to do than to sulk, so she jumped out of bed with her phone, still wearing her flip-flops and checkered pajamas. Her pale skin complimenting the milky shade o