Adult Werewolf Novels & Stories

Alpha King carefully explained. "So what do adult werewolves do?" I asked curiously. As far as I knew, werewolves would have to constantly train to be strong enough to defend their territory. If they didn't practice regularly, who would protect this territory? Alpha King smiled. "Of course werewolves must train, but when they grow up, they will train alone. Human society changes, so does wolf society. Physical strength cannot solve anything. Werewolves started doing business with humans a few years ago, now we also start using weapons."

“Are you… Smith?” Although there was a bit of speculation, Adam was still not too sure, a little hesitant to ask. When Smith saw Adam's appearance, he couldn't help but smile. “Yes, I am Smith. Furthermore, in my tribe, I'm not the only one who's a werewolf. All the wolves you met yesterday, including the king, we are all one. But they are different from me and you, they don't need the moonlight to transform into wolves. Of course, on the night of the full moon, our power becomes stronger. So, you don't have to panic."

day. There have been a lot of remodeling in the castle over the past two hundred years. After the Council meeting the werewolves contacted family members from around the globe. They all were there within a week. The youngest werewolf warriors were no younger than eleven. The males practiced their fighting skills with each other and they used dummies to tear apart. The werewolves thought they had to win by killing all of the vampires. The werewolves start gaining their strength and ability to transform into their werewolf transformation. For the werewolves who were too young to fight would be looked after by the eldest werewolves. The eldest werewolves ranges from age forty-seven and up. Thi

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.

"I am here because I love you. And it is good judgement to tell a man you love all the secrets hidden inside of you. I know it may sound amusing to you. Still, I can't deny the fact that I am a werewolf. The faster you understand that the better it is for us. Where I come from, men like me detest men like you. They say humans are inferior to werewolves. They say men like you are worthless to the earth. Yet, I love you, Drake." A few seconds passed. "The act I committed against my sister that put our relationship in jeopardy is adultery," Rori continued. "I slept with her husband who is the head of a werewolf group seeking to make trouble with me. I have been disrespected and highly disregard

I said. “I can give you a work out right here. Come on, baby. Stay in bed with me. I didn’t get to have late mornin’s in bed with my girl. I’m an old man. Let me have this. I’ll take you to the gym tomorrow. I promise.” Ford whined. I laughed. He wasn’t even thirty yet, and most werewolves lived to be over one hundred. Their life span was only a decade or so shorter than a demon’s.

I added. "She just smells great. How can I stop myself from smelling her?" he answered back. "Can I compliment her? And it is a compliment. Why take it in a bad way?" he complained. Yes, we are werewolves—millennial ones. We can live as ordinary people do. We can go outside, act like one of them, and do what we need or want to do. They do not know that they are living with different creatures. We are all living with other creatures. They just do not know about it yet. No one knows, aside from the people like us who are different from them and the real people who can tell who we are.

I know that he's older than me, and he can feel the bond stronger than me. I mean, werewolves can live forever than three hundred years. Sometimes, a werewolf can live about one hundred years before his or her mate is born. The bond can't be formed before both of them mature. Maturing in the werewolf's world is when the werewolf shifts for the first time, which normally happens between sixteen and eighteen years old. I'm already sixteen, but I can't feel my wolf. I'm not as fast as those who are my age. I cannot scent nor hear as well as Brandon, or anyone around me.

"No, sorry. I was busy. What was it about?" "We think that we have found the first remains of a werewolf." She stops with what she is doing. She looks up at me with eyes wide and staring back at me and asks; "Did you say a wolf?" "No. I said a werewolf. The legend goes that there is a type of curse that happens to you. And that is when you change into a wolf on the full moon." She shakes her head as she replies; "That is not scientific at all. No one has ever found the existence of a werewolf."

Just a room full of disbelief. “Werewolves aren’t what you think,” I said softly. “We don’t hunt people. We’re not cursed. We’re born like this, from generations before us. We live in packs, like families. We protect each other, and we protect the humans around us. That’s our law. The true law of the pack.” Grandma Rose’s lips parted slightly. “You expect me to believe that?” “No,” I said honestly. “I don’t expect anything from you. But I want you to know the truth.”