Depressed Sad Werewolf Novels & Stories

He immediately finds the cameras on the third floor. He is now looking at Accalia who's walking carefully but something caught his attention. "Accalia! The werewolf is in the wall!" he said while panicking. After what her uncle said Accalia immediately look at her upper part. The werewolf smirk as he gets down to the wall. His form is a big human-wolf with a fur of a wolf that is colored black and gray. He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front.

She was supposed to be unconscious! The girl's eyes glow a golden hue as she stares at Gee menacingly. She suddenly shifts into her white wolf and starts attacking the other two werewolves, her fangs sinking deep into their flesh. Blood stains the ground as one of the werewolves' limbs' is severed and the other's eyes are clawed. "SHIT!" the other one curses. "What are you standing there for?! Help us sedate the woman!" Gee yells at the vampires. "HOW?"

"That is the understatement of the century. It's been a hard week." The bartender leaves me alone after that, only coming back to refill my glass. I had a few women hitting on me but after the fourth girl, they left me alone. Brooding by myself is not that good for my health. Being a werewolf doesn't help. Alcohol doesn't affect us the same way that it does humans. After spending more than 5 hours in the bar I decided it's time for me to go home and face reality. Someone has tried to reach me on our pack mind link, but I shut my link as soon as I stepped into the bar.

But that was the father she knew, not the one I grew up with. While wallowing in my misery of heartbreak living in the nightmares of my past. The showers curtains parted with two familiar faces grimacing at the sight of my depressive sorrow. I let out a pitiful growl at my intruders and laid my pitiful head back down not caring if I lived or died. I am certain it has been days since my wolf, and I have taken our last bite of food. I could feel the normally annoying smirk that lizard was radiating off of his aura, and normally that would annoy me, however right now I just didn’t care.

“How?” “You are my second chance mate…there won’t be another--” he runs his hand through his thick hair --“I don’t think you’ll understand…how do I explain it? When a werewolf is rejected, it’s the deepest, most profound pain… it’s like a part of your soul dies, and you can feel it dying. It’s very difficult for us to recover from that. A lot of wolves just wither away and die.” He stares at me, desperation in his eyes. It’s like he’s willing me to understand. “They die because they’re incomplete? They literally die of a broken heart?”

Resentment. Mortal enemies. Jane’s stance. The biggest downfall of a werewolf is having no wolf. I’ve locked myself in my room, not allowing anyone to see me, still grieving my loss. I feel a deep, gnawing emptiness that I can’t seem to escape. The loss of my wolf has left me feeling incomplete and vulnerable, like a part of my very soul has been torn away. Amber is gone. My wolf is gone. I am happy I had a wolf to call mine.

He asked, his eyes hopeful. “Don't look so hopeful. I'm still processing all of this.” “Of course,” he smiled but it was sad. I had never seen him sad before. He looked more human now that I knew he wasn't and it made for a huge pile of confusion. “I'm sorry about the death of your men,” “It's okay. Whoever this was knew our weaknesses.” That was it. Why didn't I think of this before? Werewolves have their weaknesses. “What weakness?” “It's not important,”

He explained as he slowly lowered himself to the seat in front of me. "The Luna is free to go, she seems to be in good shape but I think I'd have to advise the Luna to let her wolf out and go for a run often, I'm afraid the Luna might have developed a psychological problem that affects her wolf spirit, we termed it 'a...depressed wolf'- "What?" My eyes widened in surprise.

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

“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.