Big Werewolf Novels & Stories

All the other elders used to joke that it was his birth that changed his father like this. But he knew the truth, his old man was lovelorn from the loss of his wife. He wanted to perish and join her in afterlife. ‘It’s all because of me he couldn’t....’ he bit his tongue accidentally spilling his sweet blood. It was slightly addicting. He spat out the gum and silently looked out the window. The beautiful snowy landscape was the habitat of one of the world’s most dangerous and elusive werewolf clan. The arctic wolves. They never revealed themselves but staying in this remote corner they have been controlling the actions of all the werewolves around the world.

I was on the verge of yelling. “Not those. Those are what has been popping up in packs as of late. There is someone making a version that now focuses solely on the effects it gives werewolves. The super strength, the lack of emotions, and the altering of our body chemistry. Basically…” “Super beefed up werewolves. Super werewolves.” Lucy finished for her dad.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

The witches flopped back onto the ground, tired and wheezing. The oldest one—a woman so wrinkled she looked like a skeleton—spoke up, her voice rough as gravel. “I’ve got bad news,” she said. “Werewolves are being killed like chickens these days. A new kind of vampire—strong ones—hunts werewolves as though they lives depends on it.” Another elder, her eyes milky and blind, chimed in. “Ninety of ours are gone. Twenty-three alphas, the rest betas and omegas.”

But I had a feeling that it was way more than that. After making the necessary intros, he started. “The past few days have taken a toll on everyone in this pack. It’s a big tragedy. But let’s all use it as a moment of reflection for everyone around us. It came as a huge shocker, and it could happen to anyone.” The air suddenly grew tense, “And there’s going to be a big transition very soon. You all might not have heard it before, but I’m the rightful heir to the werewolf throne. My father was sidelined. I have the real royal blood in me.”

“Say it.” “Say what?” he asked, still trying to come to terms with her accusations. Anger still edged her voice. “You came here with more bad news didn’t you?” Lochlan straightened. “There is one pack.” “Werewolf or vampire?” “Werewolf. As I told you already, werewolves don’t run informal packs. Vampires create massive colonies they call hives where they live together, but werewolves are more nomads.” Lochlan stepped closer to the desk. “The biggest pack of werewolves belongs to Sven.”

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

"Oh, come on! Even though we came from different packs we have a connection to each other." "You followed me," Kasper said with a serious tone in his voice. "I guess I did... But the problem is, why did you help her?" That night. The news about some Rogues that attacking humans is spreading. One of the rules of the werewolf village is to not encounter Rogues because it will be a disgrace to them. That's why the leader of the village told them to just ignore it.

ALEXANDER Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was worried. This was really bad. I’d never seen a full-grown werewolf get sick before. Adult werewolves didn’t get sick. At least not until they got past a certain age. I’d, of course, known of elderly werewolves who got sick, growing weak from the aging process. But not twenty-year-old ones!

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.