Best Books About Werewolves Novels & Stories

The creature was unlike anything Cruella had ever seen all the days of her life around the pack. It wasn’t a typical werewolf, but something twisted, something darker and Stronger. Its fur was a sickly shade of gray, matted and filthy, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural yellow light. The creature’s fangs gleamed in the moonlight, longer and sharper than any wolf’s she had ever seen, and its claws were stained with the blood of something long dead. Liam’s eyes narrowed, the familiar fire of the Alpha flashing in them. “You’re not welcome here, Raze.”

Fenna smiled at him and scraped her throat, “Because Lola is here for the first time, I would like to tell the story of Agnitus it is one of my personal favorites.” The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained do

"How am I supposed to learn about werewolves? It is not like there is a handbook." I pulled out my phone. Started searching. Typed in supernatural creatures, Brooklyn. A bunch of conspiracy theory websites popped up. Most of them looked insane. But one caught my eye. A forum dedicated to documenting supernatural activity in the city. It had sections on werewolves, vampires, witches, and all sorts of things. I clicked on the werewolf section. Started reading. Pack hierarchies. Mate bonds. Rogue wolves. Territorial disputes. If even half of this was true then Dora was in way over her head.

"You're talking about a blood bond. A true mate bond." "Is that possible? Between a wolf and a hybrid?" "I don't know. It's never been done. The old texts say it requires a willing sacrifice from both. A mixing of blood at the moment of greatest need." She shook her head. "It's just a Myth." "Myths come from somewhere." Lyra leaned closer, her voice low. “Since the werewolf mark in me is drawn to the strongest alpha in a pack, why don’t you train to become that strong alpha? Then maybe you could either match him in strength… or my mark would start responding to your blood.”

I’m oblivious to how frozen everyone in the class are, especially the twins. She begins, “Werewolves live amongst us. Werewolves are legendary creatures. They appear in folklore, mythology, and modern popular culture. A werewolf is a human with the capability to shape-shift into a wolf or a wolf-like creature; the conditions for this transformation vary. Most commonly, the full moon is the catalyst. Werewolves symbolize the struggle between human intellect and animals, as they are powerful and dangerous creatures driven by instinct.”

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.

I’d already picked some likely call numbers, and I turned into an aisle halfway down. I trailed my fingers along the shelf as I went, browsing titles. Compendium of North American Shifters. Werewolf and Werefox: Relations Among Homocaninae, Past and Present. Given the state of the leather binding on the latter, I thought ‘present’ probably referred to sometime in the nineteenth century. I grabbed it anyway. It might have info on interbreeding between the two varieties of were, which could offer some genetic insights.

Spells that were meant to identify who belonged in there, and who was not welcomed. A human wouldn’t feel it, but would be swayed and controlled by it. A human would take one look at the crazily Harvard appearance of Lakewood and make a u-turn immediately, not wanting to spend another second close to it, without even realizing what was happening. A werewolf would not feel it, but would smell it, and easily see what actually lay before them. But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away.

“If they have spiritual powers as we suspect, then it will not be surprised if they have the power to rise from the dead.” Erin felt the skin under her fur prickle at her mother-in-law’s words. These beasts were definitely not ordinary werewolves, judging by how fast they were and the way they barked like dogs. It wouldn’t be all that surprising if they rose from the dead like zombies and attacked everyone in the camp again.

Cassadie thought as fingers run through her hair while she was hugging a man's naked chest where she leans her head on his arm. She looked at him, his red eyes seemed to reflect the half-moon’s light. His red lips that were very soft had thirsts her and made her want more. His pale skin and pure white hair remind her earlier that night when she had mistaken him for a vampire. His skin was soft as if he bathed in milk and he just smells so good that she couldn't stop herself from sniffing his neck. She was a human yet she wondered if this may be how vampires were attracted to blood.