Ava Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Don't be scared. I will not hurt you. I am the moon goddess." "What do you want with me?" My voice was trabbeling. I was so scared that I couldn't move. When I found the strength to move again I walked backwards, but I came with my back against what felt like a wall. thé woman came closer and I saw that she was pure withe even her skin was. I felt her power and I knew she was not from this world. She was neither a ghost. It was like she was something in between. I know now she was really thé moon goddess. I had heard from it from Ava. I learned that she made all wolves and werewolves on earth. She was the first one of them all. "I was your mother in your first after live."

“Avery, being highly manipulative managed to bring all the council of elders to her side. They were going to change the rules, they were going to give an exception to Avery. “Gillian could not take it anymore when she gave birth to the child and it turned out to be a hybrid; a werewolf and a witch, hence the name; wolf blood witch. Avery was reckless and reversed the curse she laid on the werewolves because her child had werewolf blood in her. Gillian had advised her to get rid of the baby because it was strange and was the first of its kind. “Gillian threw her out of the coven and forbade her from coming back. She snatched away her title. Avery was left with nothing, she was desperate and s

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

the braggart Alpha exclaimed. Goddess, this Abner guy really is the best villain, the way he’s monologuing non-stop! Abner shifted into his tall and thin light gray werewolf form, as he merged with his wolf Kieran, shredding his clothes in the process. “Sorry, no, man. I don’t intend to die today. I still haven’t found my mate, you see…” Aaron’s clothes were ripped to bits as well, as Onyx and he merged into his dark brown and brawny werewolf.

I said before taking a deep breath. Avyanna from Enceladus pack. A werewolf, huh? Let’s see what kind of business he has with this girl. If she is indeed worth his time, I’ll spare her, but if not, then there is no way I would let a pathetic wolf ruin my son’s life by distracting him.

” “It was thanks to Radu the Handsome that made a deal with the Moon Goddess. She made the first werewolf.” “Yes, that’s true. But it is more to the story than you know. She had a silver wolf that she loved dearly. When Father Radu asked the Moon Goddess for help, her precious silver wolf has been mortally injured. She helped Father Radu, but he had to bind his soul to the wolf's one. She took both of them to an ancient altar, putting both of them on top of it, one next to another. Using magic unknown to us, she took both of them, and the silver wolf was absorbed into Father Radu's body. Thus man and beast became one, Radu becoming the first werewolf. The silver wolf is known as the First Wo

They collapsed beside Cruz, their bodies limp and unmoving. Avery saw the tip of the arrows and noticed that it was laced with silver. Silver is the only thing that renders a werewolf weak to his bones. No wonder her mates all fall. Avery was paralyzed with fear. She knelt beside her fallen mates, desperately trying to assess their injuries. "No, no, no," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Please, wake up!"

She needed to know. We have been called many names throughout the past including lycanthrope and gerufi and eventually called legend and fable. But we are most commonly called werewolf. Werewolf? What is…? Does this mean there are more of us? No. No more. His gaze remained unchanged but could feel the pain radiating from his body, though she knew not how. Her heart began to ache so deep within her chest she felt it would burst. A lump lodged itself in her throat and then a pressure welled in her gut. As she searched his eyes willing him to explain, pictures began to pass through her mind. Pictures of war… no… pictures of slaughters! The slaughter of wolves; friends and family. Abs

"Does anyone now doubt the fact that I am the daughter of Alpha Javier and Luna Valerie?" Everyone shook their heads in impeccable synchronization. "I am the true heir of the Montana Pack. My mate, Nikolai, is the Alpha and I am your Luna," she announced. "Those who do not agree, come forward." Wolves have always known that there is strength in numbers. But when called upon singularly, most lacked courage. Or maybe, they were smart. The wolf in the ring was the only one stupid enough to growl and issue a challenge. Ava's eyes focused on him. "Just like my mother, I am a werewolf with powers. I could kill you without lifting my finger," she said unflinchingly. "But since you think you can bec