Bill Werewolf Novels & Stories

“Tell him.” Kia stepped forward and grabbed his hand. His one hand. He only had one hand. “Your dad announced that Carmillan Collars has stopped all production and there is no way to restore usage to them. In his press conference, he urged lawmakers to pass something giving werewolves the same rights as humans.” Jackson stared. “No he didn’t.” Jackson knew he wasn’t dead. He would still have his arm if this was death. “That’s not… He didn’t.”

I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. The man's body convulsed and twisted, bones audibly cracking and reshaping. It was a transformation unlike anything I had ever seen before. In a matter of seconds, the man turned into a massive, dark-furred Beta werewolf. His size was awe-inspiring, and his eyes blazed with predatory intensity, sending shivers down my spine. The room seemed small compared to his imposing presence, and an unsettling energy filled the air.

One of his men took the initiative as he wrapped Vladimir's body with a blanket. "And that was my deepest secret, ladies. I am a werewolf. Half-human and half-wolf. Alpha to be specific. And I have managed to live three hundred years in this cruel world," he confessed but even made our brains freeze. We haven't gotten the chance to move on from what we just witnessed right in front of our eyes. Now, he's confessing another thing. "Then tell us what to do next, Vladimir," one of us eagerly asked. As far as I could remember, her name was Rachell, she's a lesbian, and the most aggressive one among us when it comes to killing a person.

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!"

She was making it pretty damn difficult for him to keep his cool. “Not exactly. Have you seen the news today?” He asked her, and she shook his her head. Whipping out his phone and searching for the headlines, he showed it to her. Her brows furrowed as her eyes skimmed through the article, and saw the censored picture of the dead man. “So someone’s dead? Is it something serious?” She asked, not knowing what he expected her to feel. “He was a werewolf, Anna,” William bit out. “And whoever killed him was a Hunter, no doubt.”

Instead, it brought a new level of understanding, compassion, and strength to their community. With the support of the pack, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel embarked on a journey of discovery. They sought to redefine the boundaries of love within their werewolf society, challenging long-held beliefs and prejudices. They organized gatherings, where werewolves from different packs came together to share their experiences and perspectives on love and relationships. These gatherings became a catalyst for change, fostering understanding and unity among the supernatural community.

WAYLEN The room was too quiet. The one advantage I had was their inability to read my mind. I stood before the council, hands crossed at my crotch. The governor was at the head of the table, flanked on the right and left my other members of the council. Did the people of Indiana know their governor was a werewolf? Sadly, they would never find out. “You broke the rules,” Governor Kane said.

In the heart of a room, brimming with the underworld's most infamous werewolf kingpins, I find myself questioning the twisted turn my life has taken. My father, the formidable Alpha Don Julio, has thrust me into this auction, offering me to the one with the deepest pockets. "500... 1000... 100,000..." The bids are rising quickly around me, as I stand exposed on the pedestal." Their disgusting eyes scan my body, evaluating my worth, calculating how much it will cost to have me in their possession. Just when the tension feels unbearable, a chilling voice cuts through the murmurs: Alpha Johnathon Dupree, the feared leader of the White Wolf Pack, declares, "One million dollars."

Then he turned and fled. The other alpha did not run. He held my gaze, defiant and cruel. “You are a disgrace to our people,” he said. “A werewolf working with vampires? I do not know what you did to make those idiots call you an alpha, but women exist to give birth to pups, not to rule.” My blood burned. These were the men who ruled the werewolf world. Old, hateful, and rotten with power. He shifted into his wolf, muscles swelling as he prepared to attack. He was slightly larger than Nyra, but I knew she could take him.

But I couldn't let their doubts deter me. Pushing open the door, I stepped forward, ready to confront Alpha and challenge his outdated beliefs. My hybrid spirit surged within me, fueling my resolve. "Alpha," I spoke firmly, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, "I know you bear a grudge against witches, but I am not the source of your pain. I am a witch werewolf, yes, but I have never used my magic for dark purposes."