Depressed Sad Werewolf Novels & Stories

“I’m a werewolf.” I shook my head. “Any other time, I would have laughed at this. But, this is not funny. If I’m stuck here listening to you, I may as well get myself a drink.” I stood up and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses then brought them to the living room. “I’m sad, depressed and lonely. I might as well listen to your silly stories while drinking because I have nothing else better to do.” “This is not a joke.”

He looked so sorrowful that anyone’s heart would melt immediately. As Anayka couldn’t see him in such a dejected state, to divert his attention, she asked, “Is there any food left to feed the wolf?” ‘Maybe if I feed him, then he will become happier.’ She thought. At that moment, Beryl joined the gang in his wolf form. During the conversion, his suit got torn into multiple pieces. So, left with no other choice, he came into the mansion in his original wolf form. “Ahh! Look, his useless friend is also here. Give them both some canned tuna for dinner.” Ernest ordered and left the room.

Third Person's POV Jeremy was confused when he came out of the bathroom and the Alpha and doctor were sitting in his living room, waiting for him. Thankfully the immediate reading of Jeremy's blood showed his levels were normal, but the doctor won't have the exact numbers for a few days. Like many human illnesses and diseases, depression isn't something werewolves experience. At least not a chemical imbalance. This makes antidepressants useless in werewolves since there is no chemical imbalance. Not to mention the fact that their high metabolism would burn right through it.

Some looked hurt when a certain pack popped up on the screen and I deduced that, that pack must have been their original pack before they came to the North to seek refuge. “Next, Highbrow pack. This is a Southern pack. It was destroyed by the Dazelhead pack of the North. Now take note, this pack wasn't destroyed just in an ordinary power struggle. No, it was a planned destruction. And a very necessary one too. The Alpha of this pack, Alpha Adam was such an insolent, headstrong and arrogant wolf. He felt he was too big. That he wouldn't bow to anyone. His pack wasn't even the strongest in the South but he carried himself like he was.” I nearly started choking when the Highbrow pack symbol was

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.

I moved to the bar, needing something to do with my hands. "I want answers." She stood in the center of my living room like she was ready for a fight. "How did you get that photograph?" I poured two glasses of whiskey, expensive stuff that usually helped me think clearly, but unfortunately its not going to help, not tonight. "Your son shifted on a playground three weeks ago." I held out a glass to her. She did not take it. "A three-year-old werewolf pup, golden eyes, no pack scent. Word travels fast in our circles."

--- He threw her against this tree, I was drinking water in a river nearby when I heard a scream coming from here and I came running to try to help, I saw when that coward hit her making her go against that tree-- tell me making death stare at the talking werewolf communicating with my wolf through the mind --- She will bring misfortune to everyone if she stays alive, she weakens you and you weakened and it's very easy to be defeated-- she speaks without looking me in the eye, the only thing I can think is (I'm going to kill that bastard) I seem to stop thinking, I start to see everything in blurs, in what seems like seconds I already have my claws stuck over the heart of the unfortunate wer

I think I'm still very sleepy because in the dim light of my room I can see a glint from Alex's slightly glossy eyes, like someone who's about to cry. "Go home to where?" I asked do not understand. "To the house. To our Pack." I blinked my eyes again, this time really looking into his face. Her face was slightly flushed and her eyes looked heavy and glazed. My nose smells a foreign scent that rarely smells from him. "Are you drunk?" I whispered in disbelief. As I recall, werewolves rarely get drunk because their metabolism is faster than humans. "What?" he replied in a voice that, although drunk, still sounded very clear.

) He wonders to himself however. 'Boom!' a large explosion goes off sending tree chunks at him. "Wwwwwwwaaaaaarrr!" The wolf cries out as it evades the chunks swiftly. "Haaaaaaaaa, you won't make this easy for me will you.... Huh Jason?" A girl's voice came from behind the destroyed tree. (Clara!) He yelled in his mind his fangs showing hostility towards his childhood friend. The red haired girl stepped up and watched as the wolf ran away again "Even as a werewolf you're still weird" a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again.

“Alpha Percival, I’m Sapphire’s mate and Alpha of the McConnell splinter pack, The Twilight Wolves. I’m afraid we’ve had some serious troubles. The magic of the treaties decimated the Vagas Moon Pack. The alpha couple were victims. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. A miserable death for a miserable man. So, what did Betty do to get them killed? I’ve been waiting almost two decades for this.” Sapphire now knew where Ivory got her temper from. It must have showed on Sapphire’s face because the older version on Ivory smiled sweetly at her. “You’re my Sapphire Rose. I’d know those eyes and hair anywhere. Tell me, do you shift into a white wolf? I always dreamed you would.” “Yes.”