Depressed Sad Werewolf Novels & Stories

“Don’t know… don’t want to know.” Something watched them—vision sharp, edges burning. Their breaths curled like ghosts. “Probably just a stray,” Martin said, not believing it. Hydraulics whined. The arms lifted the dumpster. A heavy THUD hit the truck roof—metal shuddered. Walt yelped, tumbling out of the open door. “What the—” The bin trembled. Another bang. Then— With a crashing boom, the dumpster slammed down, and a hulking shadow vaulted from behind it: a towering werewolf, black-furred, eyes burning amber. It hit Martin in a streak of teeth and claws.

"Good morning Mr. Nicholas, you were the one who brought a lady here right?", he asked going through some files. "Yes I am the one", I replied. He looked into my eyes and said, "Mr. Nicholas, she is in a coma" I felt a cold sensation run over my body, "coma?", I asked. "Yes sir, we tried our best, but thank God she isn't dead, but also she isn't conscious either, we just pray she comes out of coma quickly", the doctor said. Tears rolled down my eyes, it's been a while since I cried, my mouth became heavy to speak and I felt my heart stop for a second. My wolf growled within me. "I am sorry man", the doctor said and left the office. I stood up and left the office, I wiped my tears and

Laughter emanates from them like this is fun for them. I hear their footsteps before I see them, they are three in total. Dressed in long capes. I see a logo on their shirt. I decipher it immediately; a wolf being beheaded. I know Eligio mentioned something about him not being alone in this but I didn’t expect this. "A vampire in the den of the wolves," one of them smirks. I am angry right now. So angry that I am one of them, that I am a vampire. I have never hated being a vampire as much as I do at this moment.

My wolf said, 'It's because you love him. 'What?' I asked. 'He takes away your anger because you love him and he loves you.' She said it softly. 'Mates balance each other.' 'Why am I so sad, shouldn't he be able to take that away too?' I asked as if she should know everything. 'He can't see the sadness. He can see the anger.' She replied. 'You get sadder because he doesn't know and Eckley can't feel it because you aren't marked. If they mark us, you will never be able to hide what you're feeling.'

To distract my wolf, I shook my head and said, "Sorry." Doc sighed and nodded. "It is alright. Your wolf’s response is natural. You have Alpha blood in you, which means your experience of depression and its impact on your wolf differs from Edeline’s. She does not have the same bond with her wolf. You, on the other hand, do. Your wolf is reacting aggressively because he misses his mate and is trying to compensate for the lack of balance. Your attempted suicide, combined with everything else, has made your human side weaker, and your wolf is aware of this. He has been making frequent appearances, becoming more paternal in response to your desire to reject the pup. This has led to confusion and

I asked, finding it hard to believe. "Yeah, because I am one." Derek told an unbelievable truth... "No! You're a human like myself." Ilet go of my wooden spoon... "Really? Then tell me what happened last night was ordinary.". He left me to answer, but when I couldn't give any response, he continued, "Sarah, I am a Werewolf, but I am cursed, and I need an antidote to cure me from losing myself.". . He looked at Justin with a sad counterance. I wasn't understanding anything, and so I asked, "What curse? And what was the ritual for?".I asked him another question...

I couldn't control my wolf and I don't even know what I did to deserve anything . I get up from the bed slowly and go straight to the shower. I might as well just wash myself before anyone sees me and thinks something happened. Just when I thought that everything seemed to be okay . It all just started going down hill. I enter the shower and let the cold water run down my body . I let it wash off every evidence that is on my body . Everything that I felt in the moment. My wolf doesn't utter any word . She pushes herself further away from me and keeps quiet. Being depreessd as a human is not cool but feeling your wolf's depression is very painful.

However, I heard the same voice once more. "Devon, come with me." I didn't hesitate and began following the voice. When I arrived in the forest, it reminded me of my nightmares. The thing that stunned me the most and caused my heart to stop for a few seconds was seeing the same dead cat pacing around in a circle under a tree and staring at me. I'm not sure how that cat got in here. Then, from behind me, came a hissing voice. As I spun around, my heart pounded in my chest. There was the same golden Werewolf. The Werewolf was moving towards me as I quickly took a few steps back. Though I was terrified as my worst dread came true, I summoned all of my courage and began running away from the Wer

Chloe added. “I haven't really spoken to him,” Kayla said, which wasn't entirely a lie. They all started talking about how creepy and scary Derrick was, and Kayla took another glance at Lucas. Something hit her then, and her eyes grew wide. That scar! She remembered the nightmares she kept having. The werewolf that always chased her has a deep scar running from its eyebrows to the corner of its eyes. Just like Lucas. Kayla shook her head as she pictured the dark brown animal with deep eyes that had been trying to bite her.