Booktok Werewolf Novels & Stories

’ ‘Who? ‘Werewolves, the male werewolves specifically.’ I frowned, even more confused, ‘What’s the book about?’ Everett ran his fingers through my hair, his eyes glistening as he spoke, ‘A female Alpha.’

“What’s funny, debtor?” “I wonder why you told me to get the book when you clearly can’t even read a book page without wanting a nap,” she jabbed. “I can. But I already felt like sleeping after getting past the first sentence of this one,” he yawned again, stretching his arms above his head. “What made you request it then?” She shook her head, cleaning the glass sitting table—which looked like a single, massive slab of polished obsidian—with a dry towel. Torvin shrugged. “Kodak recommended it to every werewolf in our kingdom group. Kept blabbing about it, so I decided to know what the piece of garbage was all about.”

I’m about to change my clothes when I saw something in our bed. There’s a package or may I say a gift above it. I thought it’s from Gabriel but when I open it, I saw a book inside and a letter. Dear Moon Goddess pet, I know you’ve been searching for me. You don’t have to. I’m everywhere. I know what you’re doing. Now to save you some time, this is my gift to you. The book of life. It stated there the origin of werewolf and other creatures in the world. You will find the answers to your questions there. The Moon bitch erase your memory because she’s hiding something that I’ve been looking for. Now, if you want to save your pack and your entire species. Read that book and remember. I want him

Dannie picked up another joint from her room and went to the library. Among the ancient books was one of the largest collections of werewolf history in the world. If there was anything on Balric or the black book it was there. She gathered a variety of titles that looked promising and lit the joint. Taking a hit, Dannie opened the first book. Inside was mostly what she already knew.

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.”

"But there's a spell... It's dangerous but it might be what you're looking for. Please don't hurt us." "Show me," I snapped stepping back to give her space. Henry's eyes glowed gold warning the witch his wolf was alert and ready. She rummaged through dusty old books flicking through the pages, scanning through spell after spell. Eventually she stopped her finger trailed down the yellowed page. An image of a twisted, monstrous wolf more Lycan than werewolf filled one page, lines and lines of foreign words filled the other. I snatched the book from her admiring the muscular depiction of the wolf. It stood on hind legs. Red blood dripped from it's teeth, the only color in the black and white im

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

"Stop acting like we're best friends." Liana looked at the gun held limply by his hand. It was facing down and the safety was on. She charged at him and they both fell, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She winced and tried to get up but he grabbed her hand. She tried to bite his while pulled her down with so much strength that she fell on top of him. She heard a deep animalistic growl and saw his body twisting and fur growing on it. She gasped before he hit her head with a pistol and she felt dizzy. Her world suddenly turned black.

“I did not know that.” “Of course you didn’t…no one ever taught you anything.” She finishes her ice cream, thank Goddess, and takes a few sips of the soda. “Are there books I can read or something?” “We have a pretty well-stocked library at home.” “I like libraries,” she says, almost absentmindedly, “I used to spend a lot of time in them. Pretty safe place to hide, with the added bonus of books. Never found much beyond fiction about werewolves though. Some books about the lore from different countries. Most get it wrong.”

Emily's mother replied: "I don't know why, but I have this intuition. And don't you find it strange? Why is our daughter always bringing up stories about wolves lately?" As soon as he heard this, Emily's father stopped in his tracks, astonished, and said: "That's right. And she even mentioned..." He suddenly remembered the day when Emily was watching TV with them and said: "Don't judge a book by its cover. Although wolves may look ferocious, there is a creature in the world called a werewolf. Normally, they maintain their human form, but during a full moon, they transform into werewolves. But they are very friendly to humans and hope to live peacefully with them."