3 Werewolves Novels & Stories

But where do I even begin? Our pack was a confederation of three autonomous packs; Oleander, Remington and Ferdinand each with over a hundred members which was quite a lot for packs. Werewolves were not some sort of common species that existed all over the place and after the war, we became even less and so for us to gather this many members was a miracle. How was I going to begin this wild goose search for some unknown lady and how do I even know when I’ve found her, whoever she is. Was there even a ‘her’ in existence?

What happened next was something I would never forget, couldn’t forget even if I tried. The sheer strength and overwhelming number of the crazed and murderous werewolves should have been enough to tear the three Alphas apart. Two hundred against three, the math alone suggested certain death. But the math didn’t account for what the Alphas really were.

Percival informed them. “That sounds smooth,” Adrian commented. “It’s going to be a piece of cake,” Torvin rubbed his palms together, as if about to experience the best moment of his life. “I’m not sure about that,” Mr. Percival eyed him sternly. “If nothing else, they have numbers on their side. There are over thirty werewolves. And this is a kill or be killed mission—not a rescue, warning, or convincing mission.” “Damn. When are we leaving?” Draven asked, leaning forward.

The other two wolves emerged from behind the mansion, their fur a darker, more foreboding shade that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. The three wolves padded towards Nicholas, their eyes fixed on their Alpha with a deep, unwavering loyalty. As they drew closer, they fell into step before him, their howls merging with his in a chorus of sorrow and defiance. Together, the four werewolves stood as one, their voices echoing through the night, a testament to their unbreakable bond and their shared commitment to their pack.

His hands gripped the sides of the chair as if he was in the middle of getting up before I interrupted him. "I am a werewolf. Something that no human knows about. Harland isn't just my husband, he is my mate. We only get one mate in this lifetime but it seems lately more women have gotten more than one mate. And you are my second mate. Or third. I don't know which. But you are human and I didn't expect anything from you but-" He started laughing. Full belly laughing. Until tears spilled across his cheeks. Ulrich gulped for air. Looked at me right before he started laughing again. Clutched his stomach with his hands. Wiped his cheeks with his shoulders in an awkward movement.

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.

He cleared his throat and the officials lowered their heads, signifying that the King would not want them to interfere in his words. "As I have said earlier, the Northern Woods has been reported to be infested by wolves. You are their commander of the Wolf Hunters, am I correct?" "There are only fifteen registered ones who can take down the Weres. If those are the kinds of wolves you are talking about." "Ah yes, werewolves." the King corrected himself. "The Werewolves. They have been infesting the Northern Woods and their influence is starting to spread." "Fifteen, including me are able to take them down. But I believe that I have deployed them widespread on the continent. Each with three me

His ears flattened, and a low, earth-shaking snarl erupted from his throat. From the darkness beyond the ancient oaks, a different pair of eyes emerged. These weren't gold. They were the color of a fresh wound—a jagged, pulsing red. The red-eyed wolf was smaller than Zayden but leaner, scarred, and radiating a malice that made the very trees seem to recoil. Behind him, a dozen more shadows shifted. A pack. A hungry, vengeful pack. Zayden stepped in front of Kaelira, his hackles rising, a wall of midnight muscle shielding her from the crimson gaze.

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

They were also the third-strongest pack in the country, but they only had 3500 wolves, whereas Alpha James had 10,000 werewolves in his pack, the Crimson Flame Pack. “Lucky you. At least you get to live as a teenager. I have been the Alpha of my pack for 5 years now. Since I was 15,” James flexed his cheek muscles as he remembered the reasons he had to step in so early. His parents died in a rogue attack, so he took up his role as Alpha immediately. But he was sad because he was twenty and hadn't found his mate yet. It was the way of the Moon Goddess, and many other packs like Mitch's pack didn't live by the way of the Moon Goddess any more. James' pack was very ancient, going back to the fi