Books With Werewolves Novels & Stories

I entered into the library and locked the door behind me. I immediately started searching through all the books. There were lots of interesting books there and I could learn a lot about werewolves and Alphas, if I wasn’t in a hurry I would really like to sit down and read through all the books, but at that time I had a particular information in mind that I was searching for. Maybe when all these are all over I could come back to read more. I found a couple of useful books. For example I found out werewolves usually have their powers at it’s peak during a full moon, and some of them even go out of control which normally leads them into a rampage.

Suddenly, I heard a rumbling from someone's throat and I looked around - everyone was turning into a werewolf. At first, not knowing what a werewolf really looked like, I would have given them one really good piece of advice - wax yourself, but now looking at them, there were the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen on Earth. Those beautiful fur color that comes in gray, silver, brown, light brown, and black was so soft-looking. They were already running to the forest that was next to the mansion. They were so fast that you could only see a blur of their fur color. Turn into a werewolf then!!! Moonyeen cried, demanding to be free. But . . .a thought of Jeffrey came to my mind. He already

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.

Seeing titles like 'Minerals and Gemstones' and 'Animals of the Sahara', I knew I was in the science section. I had to search three more sections: languages, music, and mathematics, before I finally found the section that housed the books on the supernatural. At first, all the books I see are about werewolves. Walking further down the row, the topics change from werewolves to vampires to witches. At the very end of the row, in a small section, nearly invisible unless you are looking for it, stand the books about lycans. I decide to start with trying to find what ingredients may have been used in the sedative Clay gave me.

The fresh, vibrant space made it easier for me to fall asleep. This book room had many precious books that not everyone had the opportunity to read. Most were books written by werewolves, but there were also many masterpieces of mankind. I had only read two books, both by werewolves. From those two books I knew that werewolves' knowledge was not inferior to humans at all.

"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.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

"Okay. Respect each book there, those books are knowledge in its raw and undiluted form." "We will." I smiled relieved he had a strong aura, "Thank you, sir." My aunt led me up the stairs to his library. His library was much bigger than I thought it would be. "I'll wait for you on this sofa. You can check for whatever you want." "Thank you, Aunt." I appreciated my aunt more than she'd ever know. "Go on Christy." I glanced through it all, the organised sections on wolves, packs, and other species. I picked up one at random, reading on the story of a werewolf–witch pair where the werewolf found his mate but she didn't understand the bond fully.

"Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden." That word—supernatural—makes me freeze, the last vestiges of my human denial crumbling away. “Wait. What other supernatural creatures? I thought we were the big secret.” "Hardly." Her mental tone is one of indulgent superiority. "Vampires. Witches. Fae. Demons, if you want to be dramatic. The things you always thought were fairy tales? They’re very real. They don't all live in a secret world; they just live in their world, which often overlaps

Fenrir spoke, diverting my attention. “That was fast.” I spoke. “Of course, I’m actually useful.” He spoke, giving Damon a death glare. “I’m listening.” I said. “When you mentioned the entity being a shadow or rather a dark shadow that granted wishes in exchange for souls I thought that sounded familiar—anciently familiar.” He pulled out a book, “Hey, librarian, know about this?” The book was old, with the back pages already peeling off. It read in bold, vintage font, “Elemental Werewolves: The Curse of The Dragon.”