Bitten Werewolf Novels & Stories

“So you’ll rule the Vampire World. Why was the girl in the store afraid of you? I mean, she’s not a vampire.” I clenched my jaw. “She wasn’t too afraid.” “When you say Vampire World, it pretty much signifies all things mystical, fantasy, and mythical,” Jillie told her, giving me time to calm down. “Why?” “Because vampires are at the top of the food chain, followed by werewolves and so on. So they call it the Vampire world.” Jillie told her. “But werewolves are pretty much as threatening as vampires.” Kaileeh countered. “Sort of, but in order for a werewolf to be threatening, they have to phase. A vampire doesn’t. On top of that, in order for werewolves to make more, they have to have babies,

Before he could, I threw the bottle of wolf's bane into his face. Bazaar quickly motioned from me and his eyes began to shift. He covered his face trying to hide his true identity. "He's a werewolf!" a female screamed. Everyone was now seeing what he truly his. "The witch turned him into one," the female again screamed. I was appalled at her remark. "Do you see what she has done? Bazaar tried to fight the wolf's bane effect on his body. Unlike Kate, his body was strong enough to fight back. The wolf's bane was not enough to kill him.

I exclaimed and by now Dominic had already pulled me in his lap and tried to comfort me by drawing soft circles on my back to soothe me down. “Relax honey bunch. Everything will be alright,” he coaxed. No ! Nothing can be alright now !! Someone fucking killed a supernatural being- a werewolf in broad daylight ! And not to forget that he was one of the Dark Lord’s rogues !! I am so screwed if they trace me through him. “You are panicking,” Dominic murmured and before I knew it, he had bitten me by my neck and immediately after, I lost myself to the dark blackness of unconsciousness.

He ended up shaking his head in the attempt to clear the cobwebs in his head. "No… Roselle," He said wretchedly, finally regaining some bit of his sanity. How on earth had it come to this? He had vowed to himself that he would never let anyone bite his wife – not even himself. The humans and most Werewolves were not aware of this but once a human had been bitten by a Werewolf, there were actually certain changes that would start to occur in them. First was the scent of the blood of the human that was bitten would start to become stronger with time. Normally, a human's scent, as long as they are not wounded, was very faint to the point that most Werewolf could not pick up their scent if they

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

her voice broke and she rested her head in her hands. “I’ve been a Werewolf all my life, I don’t know what it’s like to be bitten.” I tried to explain. I didn’t have comfort to offer her, just my friendship. “Bitten?” She asked, with eyes wide as saucers. “It’s the Werewolf’s bite that provokes the change. As the marking is a bite from the canines too, it will work just the same.” I explained “So, basically it’ll trigger a change in your body's composition, making you one of us.”

“Nope! It’s all about the saliva. Our Were venom isn’t in our teeth. So swapping spit, bites, and licking the exposed flesh for any great period of time, like when I went down on you, Little Mouse, would do the trick. I’m your Alpha now. You can feel it, can’t you?” I gaped up at him, feeling lightheaded once more. “I need to lay down…” I murmured, pressing my fingertips to my temples. “You just rest, dearest, I’ll fetch you a cuppa tea.” He said benevolently, standing up and ruffling my hair. “By the way, you look beautiful as a Wolf.”

She watched as his muscles rippled beneath his shirt as he walked, he had gray hair peeking out of his midnight black hair, he was really built and strong even at his age. "You were washed offshore, lying unconsciously on the ground,pale, you seemed dead" he said softly, raking his hair with his hand. "I was surprised to see you attacked me" He chuckled softly as he stared at her, his gray eyes raking her face. "You're a werewolf" Arayah stated sniffing the air deeply, the smell of wet dog stung her nostrils making her cringe. "And you're a Vampire" he stated with a tight smile, Arayah stood guarded as she stared at him, monitoring and counting when he would attack but all he did was take a

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

Rosh read on my search engine. I was surprised when Rosh suddenly appeared at my back. He was giggling about my search online. "How did you come here? I never hear my door open.?" I asked him. "I jump." He confidently replied. "What?! You can jump high?" I asked. "Yes, remember, I am a werewolf and alpha." He was bragging. "Wow. How I wish I was a she wolf." I said. "I like you as you are now. You don't have to be the same with us." Rosh said and hugged me.