Depressed Sad Werewolf Novels & Stories

I feel a pang of sadness at his words, despite everything we've been through. He goes on, his voice cracking with emotion, "You see, I've decided to accept my fate. I've lived with this werewolf curse for ages, suffering through every full moon, and... well, I think it's time to embrace it as part of who I am. You won't have to worry about me being a pain in your neck anymore." A bitter laugh escapes Vivaldi, tinged with sadness. He's trying to act tough, but his brown eyes glisten with tears he's holding back. He bites his lower lip, lost in thought, before speaking again.

I wince when I hear it break. He roars in pain as Sadie dumps his weak body on the ground. He is a werewolf, and he’ll heal in a couple of days, but it’s still excruciating, and he’ll be in a hell of pain.

I’m a human, not a werewolf! In a few minutes, we arrived on the roof of my apartment building. Thank goodness the sun has gone down completely. The darkness could mask our form from the human eye. I wasn’t even panting after that much exercise. And this realisation made me want to cry again. The black wolf turned to me and asked, ‘Can you try again?’ I did. Still, nothing happened. And a wave of depression swarmed over me. I collapsed to the ground as though with great exhaustion and sobbed heavily.

The Elders took turns trying to persuade him to pull himself together for the sake of the pack. Lucas had only one response: "My Luna is gone. What use do I have for this pack?" His body collapsed, too. When a werewolf loses their fated mate, their soul takes a massive hit. Combined with his long-term alcoholism and self-torture, the once majestic Alpha was now so thin he was unrecognizable. His eyes were sunken, his beard was a mess, and he staggered when he walked. His wolf couldn't even maintain a solid form anymore; it had become incredibly weak.

The color drained instantly from my face as I stared at them and I tried to make sense of whatever the hell was happening. As I sighted Sylvester, my wolf exploded into a burst of delight and happiness. She's been depressed for almost a week now. All because she didn't get to see her mate. I felt the instant rush of anger. The conflict of emotions suffocated me to the point that I was unable to breathe.

My tears fell harder because his voice sounded so much like Raymond's voice from the past—the brother who used to protect me. After we got out of the car, I silently followed Adrian into the unfamiliar villa. I hadn't taken more than a few steps when I felt out of breath. My heart raced, and I felt an immense headache. The healer had once explained that this was an emotional meltdown. Depressed werewolves often broke down without warning. That was when they should find someplace safe, somewhere they could at least talk to their wolf. But I had lost mine. My wolf had all but vanished the night of the earthquake, gone with my parents. Raymond refused to forgive me. There was no one left to con

He did, however, made me come three times with his hands and mouth until my wolf was satiated enough to move on to the next stage: depression. Yes, she skipped negotiating because she doesn't care about negotiating with anyone at this point, she's just sad. As soon as my wolf entered her depressive stage, my mind cleared and went back to normal, except I started feeling an intense chest pain that doesn’t really surprise me because I know my wolf is that dramatic. I fell asleep next to Julian, but before that we talked all night. He didn’t touch me again, but he forced me to tell him every little detail about the situation with Daniel.

Chapter 7. The Anxiety (part-1) Every werewolf that already reached the age of eighteen or more always felt anxious before the matchmaking party. That was because they were afraid they couldn’t meet their destined mate on time. However, when you failed for numerous times to find the one, the anxiety in your heart can lead to depression. And then, there will be nothing left in your life but loneliness filled with misery and pain. Thankfully, there were methods used by the Blackfrost brothers to relieve their anxiety. Jayden for example used a glass of wine to calm his mind. He convinced himself that he could finally be able to meet his mate later this evening.

His pacing around didn't solve anything. The more scared he became,the more his restlessness increased. "Your Highness,you need not worry.I am sure Nina must have es-" Jenna began "Please stop talking" he shunned almost immediately. He wasn't one for motivational talks. That cannot even lift his dejected spirit.Only when he sees Nina would his mind be at peace. Sometimes,he ended up punching the wall in frustration. He must have said sometime that Nina meant nothing to him.He wasn't even one who admired the useless powers of a werewolf.

Maybe he wouldn’t be friends with Nico now. Knowing of his friend’s awkward situation, that last thought, for him, was much more sad than learning about slavery. As he looked up at the ceiling, wondering, he wished he could do more to make the turn of events better for him as well as everyone else. ---------- The next day filled the young man with a subtle excitement that somehow replaced his dreaded feeling of restlessness. It could have been because he had finally turned, releasing that pent-up emotion. This would be his first day as a full-fledged werewolf.