Depressed Sad Werewolf Novels & Stories

His gaze falls to the floor as he processes my statement, and when I think a tear has fallen from he cheek he turns away from me. I know that’s not what he wanted to hear, and I can see the pain he’s trying to deal with but I can’t help how I feel. Now I’m stuck with a depressed werewolf that doesn’t want to talk to me, and anxiety that seems to grow by the hour thinking about what kind of witch plan this old man has. Thank God the living room has a television and blue ray player otherwise I would have lost my mind in all this silence. The cabin doesn’t hold any other entertainment, but the television is accompanied by what looks like every movie that could be found at a super store.

"Whatever he needs me to do, I'll do it." James scratched his stubble with his thumb as he thought. He too wasn't dressed for a meet and greet. I wondered if that meant that the meeting this afternoon was canceled. "We're gonna have to hold the fort until Caleb gets his head around what's happened. The last thing he needs is to fall into depression," James said. Claire's eyes filled with worry. "Don't say that, James. Let's try and stay positive." He cast her a dubious look. We'd often seen pack members slip into a depressive state after the loss of their mate. It also happens after a rejection but that didn't happen all that often among werewolves.

he said the last part with seriousness before cutting the link. If I believe, I should give it a try. But what if it doesn't work? This wouldn't be easy. Why now? I just keep encountering people who always make me feel depressed today, and my wolf is the worst. He is Mr psychosis and wanted an interruption that's why he butted in and began blabbering. I knew him too well, he is a fool. I refused to get depressed, I'm him, and he is me, so we are one but have different mindsets.

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.

Such suffering I had endured. My glum had been so overwhelming that fear had felt intimidated and depression inferior. I had been so shattered to the extent that death had seemed like a cheerful companion And just when I had thought it couldn’t get any better, I was captured by Rogues… which brings me to where I was today. Back to the same place it all started. Only that this time, it was on a much different basis. I was no longer heartbroken, or gloomy or stupid. I was confident, strong and the fucking werewolf Princess.

And I'm still hypnotized with that image of him in my mind, it's like I can really see him. Too many years have passed, when I became a werewolf he was 27 years old, he was very young, and now, he looked the same, oblivious to the changes of human nature, he has not aged at all. His raven hair without a gray hair, his light skin completely smooth without a wrinkle, his athletic, muscular body, just like when we went to work. What happens with him? His state is unnatural. I speak enduring all those questions that go through my head, “You should be dead.”

Aiyanna gave him a smile and kept her hand over her shoulder, “if her first mate dies then she can have a second mate, most werewolves get two chances to mate, what if she finds her second chance mate?” Jayde does want to think about it, if Hayley’s second chance mate is actually a good person, then maybe she would go with him as she should and it was a thing. Jayden sighed as he rubbed his temple and Aiyanna said, “for werewolves there martes are everything and rejecting a mate hurts like bitch, someone werewolves even die, and some become cripple, imagine getting rejected twice or losing your mates twice it kills a werewolf from inside and very few people with a very strong mental strength

Then I look over to the creature and I swear to you that it looked to be smiling at me. "My name is Max, little mate. I know that you don't understand what is going on right now but I do promise you that you are compleatly safe. You have already met my human , and we both already love you so very much." I'm not to sure what the hell is going on other than I'm still dreaming. "You are what is known as a wolf shifter, or a werewolf. I am a Lycan, we are just about the same but my senses are a little stronger. My human will tell you everything when the time comes." Once he was finished talking, I found myself feeling a bit dizzy, then all of a sudden I was lost in nothing but black emptyness. (

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.

His body was full of scars and blood covered his body. Before him was a three meter tall old man with a white beard. Although he looks old on the surface, his body was well built and strong that he doesn't act his age. A serious expression could be seen on his face as he wiped off the blood from his hand. Around him stood several werewolf whose head was lowered. Some of them were shaking while sweating endlessly. They don't even have the courage to speak nor look straight to the person in front of them. “It's funny to think that you were defeated by your older brother. Although you are labeled as the second strongest blood wolf in history, yet now you're nothing but trash eating dirt” the ma