Ben Werewolf Novels & Stories

A vicious grin on his Lips. "A Werewolf? Just what type are you?" Glamora Vented while he seethed with anger. Mr Glamora who signaled one of his Men smiled and puffed out some smokes as Henderson yelled his veins out after been electrocuted by some kind of device. " A beta!"

I saw Adrian's face pale in the rearview mirror. Even though I am the Alpha Prince, Drud is not a wolf to be fucked with, and I'm not saying it to stroke my ego. He is the legendary Ember Dire Werewolf, the fourth after five generations had passed. His coat is black and red, exactly like burning embers. He is twice the size of a normal werewolf and can force any wolf into submission, whether it is a pureblood or half-breed. Drud can also turn humans into werewolves. It's the first thing Drud and I want to do to Laura, whilst me mate.

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.

As I dried the remaining water from his fur, I said, "This is the first time I've ever had a family. I'm an orphan, and now I have a lovely daughter like Lia and such a strong mate. I'm so happy." I could've sworn the wolf's temperature rose, like he was getting shy. After I finished drying the wolf, I leaned my entire body against his smooth, fluffy fur, my voice muffled, "I still don't know your name." He seemed to think of something unpleasant and quickly shifted back to his tall human form. "The Werewolf Council stripped me of my name, declaring me a cursed being." He paused, then added, "Maybe you could give me one. A name that belongs only to you."

The soldiers claimed they became wolves, not just dressing in their pelts. And they couldn’t resist the temptation to transform themselves into ravenous wolves as often as possible. Lord Birger, as a means to control the frenzied appetites of his people, only allowed wolf transformation on full moons. The gods, especially the driver of the moon, Mani, took great offense with Lord Birger. As punishment, the gods cursed Birger, his family and his followers to become werewolves, whether they wanted it or not.

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.

I nodded and took Jacen's hands to see his Ring which I didn't notice before. " Iam didn't finish you, stupid " she called me harshly. I should have not turned but for that, she's calling me stupid. " Andrian Johnwolf is the first werewolf. He's an alpha. He's been living for 8000 years and like I said he's powerful among other werewolves. The next is Victoria hale and Peter Hale who is the female witch and male witch. I just wanted to tell you cause you need to know the council members."

”We actually are here with Beecher,” Katalea inclined her head to where Beecher now stood raking his hands through his hair. Beecher smiled sheepishly at everyone now as he realized all the attention was on him, “It gets better,” he brushed some dirt off his arm and looked around the crowd of now all-shifted werewolves. The pause for effect worked as he knew it would and they all waited silently to see what could be better than a werewolf hanging out with wildcats. ”I am mated to a mermaid,” he chuckled. They looked disbelievingly at him.

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.