Demon Werewolf Novels & Stories

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.

he said. “They would still support them even if they rape their women?” I asked, confused. “The wolves are different. Wolves protect their females and support them and that is because they have mates and without their mates, they are nothing. Vampires have their beloved, but not everyone gets their beloved. Out of 100 people, probably just 30 get a beloved, but demons don’t get any mate. They choose who they want to get married to, so they care less about their females, except their daughters. To them they should protect themselves, so no matter how delusional it sounds, they believe it’s wolves that are the problem and not vampires or them,” he said. I shook my head, remembering how Alma re

" Iris paid the price and Felicity began pouring things in the cauldron. The old woman closed her once and chanted a spell. She began shaking and after few minutes she came back to her senses. "The only way to defeat the Southern demons is to combine the two souls. Those souls are your werewolf spirits. I assume you haven't consumed the mating process yet so you must complete it. The Blood Wolf values the mating process and both of you will become the strongest force we'll ever see. As for the ritual of the demons they wanted the blood of a true Blood Wolf royal. The mating process is the only way to replenish the powerful blood in your body. Those demons wanted to use the royal's blood to g

I had no idea why I was even pursuing my hunger and not waiting til morning. I could still hear the small croaks in my head sobbing away. That couldn't of been Bahm.... The Demon-Wolf King that murdered his children, doesn't cry! The beast that forced me to drink wolfsbane, would never cry! The being that convinced me he was my mate and wanted to be with me, yet broke me into very tiny pieces of shattered glass, would never shed a tear for a Dark Witch like me. Maybe reality has hit him, or maybe his bride wouldn't bed him anymore....

The one-legged gray wolf ran fast in the snow, the faint smell of blood from his amputee leg almost instantly evoked the appetite of the nearly three-meter-long Demon. The new monster wandered into this dense forest from another place, encountered heavy snow, did not eat for ten days, and was about to lose its reason. In its inherent memory, gray wolf meat is difficult to eat, dry and acrid, not easy to digest. But in the eyes of the monster, the smell of this gray wolf's blood, seemed to be mixed with the breath of the Demon race. It was the scent of the bloodline of the Demon race combined with the scent of the wolf. Maybe he was the child born between a demon and a werewolf?

He is the God we serve and praise since we don’t have a demon wolf god of our own like the werewolves and Lycans have their moon goddess. We made Fenrir our Wolf God since he is Chaos. Perfect for demon wolves like ourselves. Right back to a female who can withstand me. I steal the life force of anyone I sleep with. This is my demonic power. I can steal it from anyone without sleeping with them, too. Almost like a vampire, but I don’t need to physically feed from them. I can just touch them and steal their life force. I am always careful, though. I try to be careful in bed, but that is proving to be a challenge for me since the pleasure of intercourse is making it difficult to focus on contr

Her presence commanded respect and admiration, and the coven members felt honored to be in the company of such a revered witch. Dean, on the other hand, was a werewolf Alpha from a pack in Connecticut, known for his strength, loyalty, and unwavering commitment to his pack members. His leadership skills had earned him the respect of both humans and supernatural beings alike, and his reputation as a protector and guardian was well deserved.

“But in biology class, our professors back then said they are notably different but I didn’t believe him. He said werewolves had a killing rate success of 98% while wolves had a killing rate success of 61% but then if you think of the book, it made us realize that they get their energy from the moon that is why their killing rate is maximum compared to other species. Which makes them as dangerous as chameleons, poisonous as a snake.” David nods, “They blend in too well with humans and they don’t have any weak points except silvers? The moon makes them powerful and also weak, does it even make sense?” His eyes are focused on the system. “There is another creature that blends in with humans so

Joseph took the paper from Alexander’s hand and smacked him lightly, imitating the one his master did earlier. “Hey! What gives? So what if I forgot? You remembered it, anyway.” “That is not the point, Sir.” “Whatever! So, what’s up with that guy?” “He’s a werewolf. He just turned earlier.” Alexander stared at Joseph for a few seconds. “Really?” he asked. “Positive, sir. The scent I picked up couldn’t have been Nicodemus. I know his well enough. And John’s as well.” “I see…” “There’s also another interesting piece of information that I’ve gathered. It seems that this friend of Nicodemus’ doesn’t have that… mark.”

"That's right. I am not a werewolf. To be exact, I am a demonic wolf." Only then a surprise appeared in Mira's eyes. She looked thoughtful. She hesitated slightly. "You belong to the demon race?" Azarias had never expected that she would know it. The existence of the demon race had long vanished from this realm. "Werewolf race was originally stemmed from the bloodline of the demon race, the demonic wolves." Azarias hurriedly explained. "The Goddess, Selena then modified their existence when they came to this realm in the full moon. They became less feral albeit possessing the bloodline of demons."