Depressed Sad Werewolf Novels & Stories

"I can't lose her too Ryder. I want to help her but she won't let me. I don't want to do anything she will hate me for." "What do you mean? Is there a way to help her?" that doesn't involve any professional human help? I wanted to add. Werewolves like us, especially times like this, can hurt someone when the right buttons are pushed. "She is grieving but not in a healthy way. She doesn't do anything but grieve. She focuses only on being depressed and it's eating her alive. She has to focus on something else. Making her happy isn't going to work. Her only happiness died in a car crash."

She swore to herself to never eat anything from him again. "You must be really sad," RK said, sitting on the bed. He touched Liana's leg and she tried to move it away. She couldn't lift it up to kick him because she had no energy. What had he put in her drink? "Gina's out there living her life while you're here suffering yet you always tried to talk her out of stealing. I feel bad for you, my tired tigress but what can I do? I'm just a dog, like you said, waiting for my master's orders."

But as the final vestiges of my human self faded away, a pang of sorrow tugged at my heart. My eyes snapped open, and I beheld a sight that sent a wave of despair crashing over me. My wolf, once majestic and vibrant, had diminished in size. She stood before me, a shadow of her former self, her once mighty presence reduced to a fragile silhouette. Her fur, once a gleaming coat of strength, now appeared dull and lackluster.

’ I tell her and she whimpers again. ‘You’re hiding something from me, Amy.’ The witch sneers. I look up at the ceiling. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ I snarl back. She cackles, ‘Your depressed wolf would beg to differ.’ She chuckles. I take a deep breath. I can’t expect anything more from Leah. Losing a pup is a huge deal to a wolf, to anyone.

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

A close up view on the wound informed her how horrible the state actually was. He probably would be in a serious situation from blood loss if he wasn't a werewolf. "I assumed that you will feel disheartened and depressed at the pack's cold treatment. However, oddly, you appear quite cheerful." "Do I? Sadly, I was never the one to care about people's opinions. And since they are having mercy on me and not causing me any trouble, why would I be depressed? I am not that dramatic. And shouldn't I be grateful at everyone being kind enough to reduce my work load by taking care of themselves? Of course, as a doctor, I hope everyone is well and doesn't visit me."

Sometimes I'll see holden laughing at me saying what a stupid excuse for a werewolf i am. Tonight is another bad night, I'm screaming and crying again, i wake up and go open my window, i need to breath. I feel like I'm drowning in my own misery. I look out of my window and see the moon , it's full tonight, beautiful. I hear a sad howl, deep down even though I'm not a full wolf i know it's my luna, my heart break for her, she sound so sad. I hear other pack howling with her i wish i can howl too but i can't. I feel tears running down my cheeks and i break to sobs. A lone wold howl get my attention, i look down my window to see a brown wolf sitting down and looking at me , the wolf got the sam

I lost my strength to disagree with them. “A hunter, and also the hunter’s prey.” I scoffed and sat down on the floor. “Hey, it’s not that bad,” Alarick said, which made me breathe hard. “It is the worst!” I shouted and held my head with both hands while tears were leaving my eyes. “You would not know how it feels to see your mother lying on the ground with a shattered body with two werewolves still hanging around it!” My vision is blurry, but I can see their surprised eyes.

The frantic pounding of my heart grows ever so violently against my chest. I can feel the frigid warmth of their body heat ricocheting through me; like an ironic joke compared to the ice-cold shiver consuming my entire body. I can’t move, I can’t think, and I can’t breathe. Like I'm stuck, paralyzed from the head down. Could it be the wolf shifter from 7 years ago? Is this really my last day? But even if so, I decide I will not go down without a fight.

she said simply, shaking her head negatively, before placing the framed wedding picture back in its place, on the nightstand. I went to sit next to her, took her hand in mine, and began in earnest, “I know that losing one’s mate is undeniably one of the most frequent causes for depression among wolves.” “I will be okay, sweetie,” she cut in at once, her tone of voice hopeful, despite the tears threatening to fall again. “I know, mom,” I nodded at her at once. “But how about we speed up the process a little bit?” “How?” She asked, her eyes twinkling in a playful way that gave me hope for her recovery.