Bitten Werewolf Novels & Stories

“Everything hurts. My bones. My skin. I can’t stop scratching. Am I dying?” “No,” I said firmly, crouching beside her. “You’re not dying.” She recoiled as I reached out. “Stay away from me!” she screamed, slapping my hand aside. I grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at me. “Listen. You were attacked by a wolf, right?” Her wide, bloodshot eyes locked on mine. “How did you know?” I sighed. Of course. She’d been bitten by a werewolf. The very reason I’d created a support system for bitten humans—to guide them through the painful transformation into our kind.

My fucking wolf doesn’t even care if she’s a willing participant or not. To change a human into a werewolf without any complications, they had to be bitten by an Alpha like me, a pure bred wolf. The only other wolf that could change a human to a wolf is the ancient white wolves. But they’re extinct. I wish I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I shouldn’t be thinking about marking an innocent human girl just because I’m drawn to her. No matter how I’m drawn to her, biting her could be fatal for both of us if she actually is my mate. Although I’m not completely certain about that yet.

I whispered. A normal vampire bite is like a scratch for a werewolf especially an Alpha, I’d been drinking Maverick’s blood on several occasions and there was never a problem but I knew that Talon had some Werewolf poison, possibly Wolfsbane laced over his fangs so it was no wonder it would cause a lot of damage to him.

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.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

Chloe added. “I haven't really spoken to him,” Kayla said, which wasn't entirely a lie. They all started talking about how creepy and scary Derrick was, and Kayla took another glance at Lucas. Something hit her then, and her eyes grew wide. That scar! She remembered the nightmares she kept having. The werewolf that always chased her has a deep scar running from its eyebrows to the corner of its eyes. Just like Lucas. Kayla shook her head as she pictured the dark brown animal with deep eyes that had been trying to bite her.

“Hush. The good part hasn’t even begun.” She sucks in a breath when my teeth scrape over her jaws. When I lick the throbbing pulse point at the base of her neck, she says my name like a prayer. I let my canines sharpen, letting a part of my wolf come out. He’s been begging for a little taste. I nibble on her collarbones. Her moans are getting louder as my nibbles are getting harder. Finally, finally, I allow myself to bite down at the junction of her neck and shoulder. She arches her back and cries out loud.

Werewolves only change at the full moon. Only with the ceremony. But this one changes in my sitting room. There aren’t any real weapons around me; I grab a fork from the breakfast table. The werewolf’s jaws snap at my face as I dodge backward. He manages to grab me, opens his mouth to roar, and I jam the fork into his mouth, into his soft palate. And then he bites down and my arm comes away. I stagger backward, speechless with disbelief for just a second because it’s disconcerting to see your hand detached from your body. But then the pain hits me and I’m not speechless anymore.

"That's a hallmark between mates, and that mark will stick forever in-" "Wa- Wait a minute, you're going to bite me?" I let go of my hand and took a step back once. "Are you kidding me?" Sam shook his head. He came closer and held my hand again. "I won't do it if you're not ready" he replied in a soothing voice. "What happened after you bit me?" I asked again. "Am I going to turn into a werewolf too?" "No, Chloe. You do have half werewolf blood ... But unfortunately neither of your parents are mate. Only the children of a mate or fellow werewolf are able to transform into a wolf." He took my hand to the sofa and we sat together. His hands never let go of me.