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.”

Huge is an understatement of how the library looks. “You're cute.” Billie says, looking at me softly. I ignore her and run to the first section of books. They are so pretty laid out that I don't want to stain them with my touch. I've found my spot here. “Where can I find books on wolves?” “Come with me,” Billie leads us to another section at the end of the library. I wonder why it's this far. “Humans with wolves are called werewolves and werewolves are blessed with a second half which are called soulmates,” she plucks out different books and places them on the small coffee table.

Miles said. “Get back to the fucking library and figure it out.” I growled. So Miles ran from the room and back downstairs. I knew that there needed to be a book in the library here. Aurora had already looked through the library and there were books on werewolves, vampires, witches, humans, faeries, all creatures. And about this history as well. Aurora found it all interesting and something that she really wanted to know about. She just didn’t have a chance to read any of it yet.

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.

• Back in Dark Wand Pack, where she was betrayed, Eric’s father and alpha of the pack was thoroughly searching for the Blood Moon Chronicles: The Book of Power. Once lost to the annals of history, the Blood Moon Chronicles: The Book of Power was a fabled tome that was said to hold the key to unlocking the power of the Moon Goddess. For centuries, werewolves across the world searched for this elusive book, hoping to find the secret to unlocking their true potential and becoming the strongest and most powerful creatures to roam the earth.

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.

"As I mentioned before, there were seven werewolf packs before Andrew and the Queen ruled together. Lycans are the strongest, essentially the royalties of our time. Elemental wolves are the offspring of a werewolf mating with a witch. Crescent wolves only shift when there's a full moon. Cursed wolves could have been normal shifters if it weren't for the fact that they lose self-control over their wolves during a full moon, red moon, or blue moon. Pack wolves, like your previous pack, live under the rules of an alpha. Rogues used to live together but without following the pack's rules. They don't follow an alpha and prefer to be individuals.

It is too soon! Admittedly, Tatyana was far more familiar with the ways of a vampire, even if the ones she’d lived amongst were mutants. She’d listened to enough conversations and snuck enough books out of Wadim’s library to read in the recesses of the den when no one was around to make her a fairly proficient resource where vampires were concerned. The werewolf, which was also known as the lycanthrope, or lycan for short, was something she knew very little about. Now, she was locked in a motel room on the outskirts of Middletown, New York with a man whose human side hadn’t yet allowed the lycan side to take complete control, but it was a daily battle with him as the cycle of the moon prog

Muttering the name of this long-extinct ancient creature, I walked straight towards the dusty forbidden section—a storage of mysterious books related to the origins of the werewolf world, documenting countless creatures and events that were either fantastical or potentially real. I maneuvered between the shelves, letting the musty scent mixed with the aged aroma of paper invade my nostrils. Climbing the creaky ladder, I carefully moved the yellowed and fragile books from the shelves, quickly immersing myself in a sea of knowledge. Until the books covered the floor, and my eyes began to blur with fatigue, I finally found a record about the Arctic wolf in one of the books. "Before the first we

He acted like a clueless person. “I want to learn about the illness in werewolves which couldn’t be healed by medicines or magic.” I told him what I was looking for. It was just two of us in a quiet, deserted library. I could feel his alpha energy dominating the air. His scent was tantalizing. “This one may help you.” He picked out an old book with pale pages. “Read it for me and please, don’t miss anything.” He begun to explain me everything and I listened each word with great caution. I couldn’t afford to miss any detail.