Alpha Werewolf Art Novels & Stories

he asked with confusion. Katie Clyde grabbed her stomach "why did you make such a silly joke, how can you say you are a werewolf? do you know what you are even saying?" Pascal frowned and reposted "I am serious, I wasn't lying" Katie Clyde was momentarily shocked, she exhaled and then demanded "show me" Pascal looked hesitantly "are you sure?" Katie Clyde nodded "of course, I want to see your real wolf form" Pascal lowered his head, raising it, his eyes became beet red, his facial structure distorted, and his fangs started growing.

But I knew they would intervene in case something went wrong. Right then, the lights in the room dimmed and the huge screen on the wall came to life, dividing into three parts. The faces took some time to appear, but when they did…I gaped open mouthed at the image to the left…because in that corner of the screen was none other than Alpha Krimson…the werewolf represented. “Alpha Krimson.” Alpha Charles too sounded surprised. “I wasn’t aware that the wolf representative had changed.”

No flutters or magic are running loose in my veins, only fear. I don't want this! I try to wriggle away from Arvin's grip, but there isn't a chance in the world for me to win against a werewolf. Arvin is also the alpha, and they are known to be massive. The man is towering over me, pressing me further into the bookshelf as he takes more than I'm willing to give. What Arvin is doing is wrong on so many levels—this counts as rape!

Art said, then turned and walked toward the chaos. Art's eyes began to glow, and heat began to build in his hands. When he felt that heat reach its boiling point, he moved forward, the wind shifted around him, and then, one by one, he began to appear throughout the mass of chaos as he projected many copies of himself into the dense group of enemies. Lance struggled to keep the wolf snarling on top of him from biting his face. The wolf snarled and snapped its jaws inches from his face. Art moves forward, places his burning red hands on each side of the wolf's head, and it howls in agony. Within seconds, its fur goes up in flames from the intense heat, and it howls and writhes on the ground wh

’ Ishu replied, ‘yes, they exist. Adam asked her, ‘how can you say with confidence?’ Ishu replied, ‘because I saw both vampires and werewolves in the forest of Pearson’s kingdom.’ Adam asked, ‘ really, are they harmful?’ Ishu told him, ‘vampires were about to kill me but a werewolf came from somewhere and saved my life from that vampires and dropped me to my destination.’ Adam asked while laughing, ‘and how did a werewolf know your destination if didn’t know you.’

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

By the middle, one particular painting drew her attention, the violence depicted in it different a striking contrast to the rest. She found herself drawn to the image of a black wolf with bloodred eyes and a bloodied snout, with a couple of bleeding wolves in the background. He noticed her staring at the painting longer than the others and stopped to let her adore it. “Do you like this one, love?” he asked. “It’s different,” she said and it piqued his interest. “It’s violent.” She couldn’t look away from the image of the black wolf that seemed to come alive, staring at her. It radiated power, one that could only be of an Alpha, and not an ordinary one at that. “It’s beautiful,” she said, not

This could be the chance to prove to the magical beings that Werewolves have as much right as the others to reside in Altair. “I’ll gladly bleed for you, Ava.” She nods. Cupping my cheek, she fixes me with a steady gaze. “I told you what was worrying me. Now you tell me what’s bothering you.”

I hoped. I laid down. I began to think about the art Alpha Deucalion drew of me. I wished I could see them. It would be good to see my younger self. I began to think of him returning to look for me back then, and a wonderful feeling ran through my gut, imagining his dark wolf which had been small back then with his bloody eye running to see me. I smiled. I was having a crush on a werewolf. Sadly, there will be nothing between us, for I was a human. A werewolf would never date a human and it felt wrong for a human too. I had to stop thinking about him.