Depressed Sad Werewolf Novels & Stories

Small animals were in abundance, too. At first, he was wondering why he had not changed form. His werewolf shape should transform back to his human self. He looked above the trees. There was the culprit. A full moon seemed cackling with sick amusement. It was always night in the painting. 'And you will remain a werewolf forever and ever! Ti hi hi hi hi!' The voice of Olga Quintanar echoed again and again. Zac gave long yowls of grief and loneliness. He did not know how many days or nights he had fallen asleep keening and bawling. He was so depressed. He was not eating. He was not drinking. He just wanted to die.

I added. “I know I have read all about it. I guess it will be a long way before werewolves accept someone out of their league” he murmured looking disappointed. “Why do you look sad?” I asked. He snapped his head at me “I have a werewolf whom I like. Unfortunately she has a mate and is happy with him” he informs me making me speechless for a second time today. “I am sorry. I wish I could help you in some way” I murmured.

I get a moment to try and reach out. "Get away from me quickly!" I yell at her with my voice and push her off. She listens to me and tries to crawl away. He takes control again and in a blink of an eye, the little girls body is mutilated. There's blood everywhere, her insides are outside and he prides himself by planting a kiss on her dead lips. He does that to all his victims, apparently shows respect to his prey. He is my wolf but they changed him, we were friends when I first spoke to him but after that one night he was gone and something else replaced him. I get control back and I just sit there, no tears fall. I haven't cried in a full year, they broke me long ago and they know it.

,I nodded and looked back to the water. "I'm watching my brothers find their life partners and have babies while I'm forever single and sad",I put a hand over my mom shocked I said it out loud to someone. "we can be sad together screamer",he teased. "I hate being sad",I admit and he looks into my eyes and I almost fall in the water. Mate my vampire screams. "well fuck me sideways ",his eyes flash gold. My mate is a werewolf. I stand on shaky legs and he gets up facing me.

The feeling goes away as it went and I wonder if it's about Storm. Is she okay? Or am I overthinking again? I am also a little drunk, going to my good stuff immediately she looked at me when she was leaving and didn’t come back. It is safe to say I have been depressed for a while now, and the only way my anger and fury is to be below the surface is through the hard booze, meant for the werewolves. Seriously, who makes this stuff? I black out every night and I love that. no dreams or visions of my family mangled up in that car.

Before she could get angry, the gray wolf began to cough violently. Bright red blood trickled down the corner of his lips, onto the clothes she had just made for him, dripping in the snow. He half-opened his eyes, pulled the corners of his lips into a soft smile twice, revealing sharp fangs, his voice hoarse, filled with depression, "... I'm ugly." Jenny: "......" Is the gray wolf awake? Her heart ached a little, before the gray wolf Nick - her husband was such a handsome wolf, now turned into this, in her heart she was a little sad for him.

If the death of a pack member did hurt a servant, what about the Alpha, who is their leader? “Crying?" I said, my voice low. Ivy smiled dryly, then wiped her tears. She indeed cleared my doubts. Werewolves aren't as terrible as I thought. Because right here was someone sobbing over the death of a pack member. “That's bad, Ivy." I paused and stared at the floor for a while. “But why is your Alpha reluctant?" I returned my eyes to her. Ivy breathed terribly. Then stepped closer. "They betrayed him," she said quietly.

She rallied her vampire allies, leading them in a counter-attack against the werewolf pack. The circle of bloodshed and destruction expanded, consuming all in its path. Lives were lost, the ground soaked with the blood of both werewolves and vampires. The air crackled with power and despair, the once-beautiful landscape now scarred by the ravages of war. Amareux, torn between his loyalty to his pack and his love for Arayah, found himself caught in the crossfire. He fought alongside his werewolf brethren, hoping to quell the violence and bring an end to the cycle of vengeance. But with every strike, every fallen comrade, the weight of betrayal bore down upon him.

It was wishful thinking, but it was the best I had. I bent down on the ground and swung a leg beneath Husky, making him topple to the ground. I took advantage of Pitchy’s surprise and pushed him away before I began running back to the forest. I barely even took three strides, before both managed to catch up with me, pushing me to the ground. Pitchy held my arms down, while Husky bent on the ground to hold my feet down. “That was a big mistake, sugar,” Husky grinned. Both their fangs came out and I was sure I was about to lose all sanity, considering that it was the third time in the past twenty-four hours that vampires had threatened to suck my blood.

Losing a battle against Sin had left me feeling incompetent and worthless. And atop all this, I lost my Luna. My wolf whines and cries within me. The sound causes me to grow teary-eyed. Ever since she became bonded with King Sin, I have not been myself. I have been consumed with sadness. It seems as though I have developed one of those mental disorders common to humans. Depression. Yes, I will admit it. I am depressed, because Faye is no longer mine. I could not have her. Each time she lays down with a man that isn’t me, I get this unpleasant burning sensation in my core.