Are Vampires Stronger Than Werewolves Novels & Stories

If you hadn't made that cute little portal and dragged Ambrose and his lackey with you, I would have won that fight easily. "I don't think so, jerk. Werewolves are stronger than vampires. They have more muscles, so he could've defeated you," I said. In reality, I had no idea who was stronger out of the two. But I wanted to brag a little bit. After all. I belonged to a werewolf, so I had to stand up for him. "We can argue about that all night. Or you can come with me. Willingly this time," Dave said smugly.

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

My voice cracked. He took a deep breath, his face serious. “There are two types of Outworlders who get stronger during the Lunar Eclipse. Werewolves are one. The other?” he probed. My breath caught, and I gasped when realization dawned on me. “Vampires…” I muttered in a shaky breath. Wesley nodded. “They’ll use this opportunity to strike. Rumors about you being protected by five packs have probably spread, but vampires are cunning. They’ll take advantage of their strength tonight. You know this isn’t your first run-in with them, and the last time didn’t end well.”

"I don't know how to get out of here. You said you were going to take me back to town last night" Shit. She is being difficult. I sigh loudly "Put on your fucking clothes. I will be back" I open the door to my room and walk out the hallway. I go to the far end and to the room of my best friend Rex. Rex has lived with me all my life, growing up his parents were killed during the last Contention. The Contention was the war we had ten years ago with the Vamps. Yes, you heard right. Fucking vampires. They have been our enemies since we were known to exist. Werewolves and vampires are opposites. Hate each other.

My legs were barely steady, my hand shaking violently against the wall. I parted my lips and they shook. Years ago, werewolves and demons had gone to war. It was a power imbalance. They claimed to be more powerful than us, so they deserved to rule over us. Werewolves had claws, supernatural strength, and a strong sense of smell, but that was it. Demons, on the other hand? They had a strong sense of smell, they were strong—even stronger. Their eyes glowed red in their true form. They could drain a werewolf’s strength just by touching them, making them powerless.

“For more of them to arrive. It’s four against six right now. Our odds are good.” Isabel glares at me, gesturing with her hand. “They can fully shift into whatever they are! Have you ever seen a vampire or a werewolf at full strength? Have you gone against a werewolf in animal form? They’re ten times stronger than whatever you can imagine. The smart thing would be to assess the situation before we dive in.” “For how long?” I stare at her. “Until the entire campsite is overcrowded, or until they begin packing up to leave?”

Caroline put her foot ahead then her mind said, " Hey! What are you doing? How can you believe in a stranger and that also in a guy." She again put her leg back. "Why are you thinking so much? Just get inside before he changes his mind to give you lift and leave you here alone. You're already a werewolf, brave daughter of a strong alpha of a pack." Her heart persuaded her. "So what if you're a werewolf? Nowadays, humans are more monsters than werewolves. " her mind warned her. "Oie.. Caroline flustered and uttered, " both of you stop fighting." She said so loudly that he got confused too and muttered to himself, " Both? " and he looked around out of the car from the window, " who's the other

Jeremy muttered as the blades of the chopper stopped spinning and the hatch opened. “Vamps.” Philip breathed immediately after the first person stepped out of the hatch. “What the fuck do vamps want on our land?” In as much as the Stanwood Pack didn’t have any problem with vampires, it was a known fact that vampires and werewolves didn’t really see eye to eye. Both species saw themselves as superior to the other. But both were, in their own right, forces to be reckoned with because whilst vampires were very fast and could swiftly wound a werewolf in a battle, the tiniest bite from a werewolf would kill a vampire. The Stanwood Pack was definitely not happy about their visitors and their demea

He said and I was forced to smile but I hid it behind my face. "Rank my strength with Nightwalker" I requested. "Your strength matched now, but" He said. "But what?" I asked. "You need to drink more human blood to increase your strength since that is what you Vampires and werewolves depend on to get more stronger… you use all your strength to attack me to rank Nightwalker strength in hitting me but I doubt if he uses all his strength to attack me before I give him a deadly second kick to defeat him" He replied.

I said. “Wow,” she mumbled. “I have so far just heard about their existence. Are they really that strong and fast as they show in movies?” I glanced at my mate, and she seemed fascinated, excited even, her eyes alight and, much to my smugness, all attention on me. “It’s a never ending debate between who is stronger—a werewolf or a vampire,” I said. “And yes, it is true to some extent. They are fast, cold and bloodthirsty. Of course, all that shit about garlic and stuff, that’s just nonsense.”