Ben Werewolf Novels & Stories

We still had a few more minutes before we would resume back on our journey. Just for the record, werewolves didn't move in silence. We were loud and fearsome creatures that liked our presence to be noticed but Alpha Abbadon was the complete opposite. He believed stealth was very important for a werewolf and he wanted all of us to act like him. I watched as Beta Oliver looked at me one last time before pulling away. Where was he going?

It was difficult to push those words out of me, knowing it could get a knife to my throat this time, even before letting the leg heal. "A werewolf? What's that?" "He's a man who changes into a furry large beast that is called a wolf. Some changes when it's the full moon, but Whadh could do it anytime. He's strong and kind and good at touching me, because I'm his Luna." The girls including the Prince looked at me, bewildered at my words pouring without me holding a break. Whadh's arms were now crossed over his chest, and he shifted his weight. The two girls rushed forward while holding my gaze. Their glistening eyes pushed down a bead of tear after another as they huddled together.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

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

He is the youkai of winter, the snow demon. His second essence, if my memory serves me right, is a large demonic wolf. What was the difference between a snow werewolf and such a creature, you ask? The first is a beast in nature, and the second is a projection of an image. In other words, Maroon is a youkai who wields the magic of snow and winter. Snow werewolves were close to him by nature, so the man changed his essence to that of a wolf. But at the same time, he was never a real beast. Yes, his image of a huge white wolf terrified everyone who encountered him, but it was only an image. We can say that the illusion is a very high-quality illusion. - How do you feel? - I heard the voice of B

Fear gripped my entire body, he had a cruel grin on his face that made my heart skip. “I’ve been waiting for you since.” He said. “What do you want from me?” I asked him, calling forth my wolf. “You of course. You’re coming with me.” “No, I’m not.” I answered. “You definitely are.” He took out something from his bag while still maintaining eye contact with me. Wolfsbane. My wolf took over at the moment, but I was still in my normal form. I managed to fight off the wolfsbane in his hand, but he was way stronger than me, he knocked me out after I had kicked him in the balls.

"Yeah, they were on the lane near Grandma's house. Thank God Red happened by just then - he saved my life." Braiden's eyes crackled with Hellfire. "Thank God indeed. Alright, you heard them, let's head out!" All the male werewolves started up a brazen howl and transformed, one by one, into the true Wolves that they were on the inside. Female werewolves couldn't transform at will, only at the full moon or if we consumed a good amount of wolfsbane, forcing us to change, which was an extremely painful experience. So the women usually stayed back at camp while the men went hunting.

someone muttered. My father’s gaze sharpened. “Yes,” he said. “A werewolf is a hybrid, and it's neither fully wolf nor fully human.” He paused, then continued. “It is rare to see a werewolf, as they're feral beings that shouldn't exist. They do not occur naturally.” Silence fell deeper now. “They can only be created,” he said, “ and that's when an Alpha—not just any Alpha, but one with a powerful, rare gift—bites a human.”

He was no longer merely a man consumed by anger but a werewolf driven by an animalistic fury. Gideon's reaction was instantaneous, a mix of determination and recognition. He knew that he had no choice but to match Yorgan's transformation. His body began to shift as well, a process that was both painful and exhilarating. His eyes glowed a vibrant gold, his muscles rippled and expanded, his bones realigned, and his skin was replaced by thick, dark fur. His face elongated into a powerful muzzle filled with deadly teeth. He too had become a werewolf, the Alpha, a majestic and fearsome being, a symbol of power and dominance.

His son, born from the union of werewolf and vampire, possessed the unique ability to bridge the gap between two seemingly disparate worlds. Approaching his son, Adrian spoke with a mixture of pride and tenderness. "You have a rare gift, my son. The ability to transform into a werewolf—it's a testament to the strength of your dual heritage. Embrace it, for it is a part of who you are, a part of the unity we seek to foster between werewolves and vampires." The werewolf pack, initially uncertain about the hybrid child's place among them, witnessed the transformation with a newfound sense of acceptance. Adrian's son, now a werewolf in appearance, stood as a living embodiment of the potential fo