Alpha Werewolf Art Novels & Stories

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

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

There were scriptures written all over the walls. And something very beautiful that called attention. On the largest wall was a delicately carved drawing of two wolves next to each other, they looked at each other and seemed to have a deep connection. Above their heads were the alpha and omega symbols and ancient runes shone around them, with the same glow as the blue lights outside. "The primordial alpha and omega, for sure. But we have little information about them." The director’s gaze turned to Andromeda: "What do you know about it, miss, Andersen? Since you’re the expert."

The van carrying Talan overturns as Talan comes back to life to continue his rampage. Meanwhile, after becoming increasingly ill, Gavin investigates the Gwynek residence and ends up killing Mrs. Gwynek after coming to realize that he now has the same affliction as Talan. Gavin shaves off all of his body hair as he begins giving in to his new werewolf alter ego. In the commotion at the crash site, Talan kills Eric. Talan moves to attack Kate next, but Gavin arrives to battle the other werewolf. The fight ends when Gavin strangles Talan, presumably killing him.

“She believes werewolves are out to enslave humans and that you are the chosen one. Sent to save the world with her by your side. This is all utter nonsense though. Even if we weren’t grossly outnumbered by humans, no wolf I know of desires such a thing.” Ash grimaces. “She said as much. Alluded to how she’d save me and restore me to power. I thought she somehow knew about my past, but this is something quite different.” Arlo flips another page and then stops. “Here,” he says tightly. “There’s a sketch.” It’s drawn in charcoal, the lines messy but unmistakable. Ash, down to the tilt of his jaw and the shadows beneath his cheekbones. His hair falls in front of his eyes in the picture, but it’

EVELYN The next page contained two detailed sketches. The first depicted a monstrous figure labeled The First Alpha of the Werewolves, Alpha Elrod—a nightmarish fusion of man and wolf. His expression twisted in eternal agony, his heart pierced by a silver dagger. The second sketch, in stark contrast, portrayed his daughter, Moon. The artist had been far more merciful in painting her. Unlike her father, she was drawn with an ethereal beauty—her features fierce yet strangely soft. Cascading hair framed her delicate face, resting elegantly on her shoulder, and she wore a dress woven of moonflowers. Though faded with time, her features carried an eerie familiarity, strikingly similar to the woma

That day he became a werewolf. Little did he know that his new-found power would not shield him from the troubles to come, rather they would put him at the center of everything. The Idols knew that a war was coming unlike any war that had ever been fought. Hence, they created an army unlike any army that had ever been created: Strength- the iron werewolf… Chapter 4. 40 YEARS AGO. Samson came into the Loveland kingdom from the northern nomadic tribes. He came as a simple scholar in search of knowledge.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

Whole villages apparently had that ability and when danger presented itself they shifted into their wolf shape, gathered as a pack and disappeared. The first thing that caught her attention was the extensive family chart at the very beginning of the book. Labeled Pack Diagram, it listed all the human form names of what she assumed was an entire pack. What on earth could this have to do with her grandparents? Did they study this? Surely they weren't - No. She gave herself a mental slap. That was just too wacky to even contemplate. She was letting her imagination run away with her. The legends fascinated her from the moment she opened the volume, especially those chapters about werewolf shifte

His mind was changing on many things, and he was becoming the Alpha I knew he could be. Within our vastly growing pack, we now house bears, cats and the wolfless. Even a few witches were drifting our way. We didn’t discriminate; Carissa would not hear of it. No, she wanted equality for all. She always argued that your species didn’t make you strong, your heart did, and she led with it daily.