Derek Hale Werewolf Novels & Stories

I don’t know why? “Well I think the name suits you well, but I still think you should just change your name to strong Hybrid Monster. Hmmm, I guess that's a bit long,” he joked. "What do you think? Maybe they should change your name to wolf man or wolf vampire since you're technically a Hybrid Devil, right? "Jake was a werewolf bartender. It was a weird combination, but I found out that he was the only one I didn't want to kill. I’m definitely more tolerant of werewolves than vampires.

He grinned but Derek's face remained serious, more serious than ever that Scott immediately felt that something was off. "What is it?" "Scott, go and deal with those bastards, I have tasted enough blood tonight" He said as Scott followed his gaze and was shocked by what he saw.

Her best and only option was to wait for Nicholas to pay the ransom so she could be released. Just then, the door was pushed open and Derek walked inside, holding a couple of papers in his hands. Diane looked at him as he walked in, and shook her head slowly. When she first met Derek Hale, she didn't like him. He thought he was a condescending jerk, a piece of crap who thought she was not fit to take over her father's company. But now, she realized that he wasn't just a jerk or a piece of shit, he was also a criminal. A psychopathic criminal.

I asked, directly to the point. "Yes, we are. What can you do about it?" The werewolf in the middle replied. I shushed him. "You are a werewolf now. Werewolves do not speak in the first place. All you have to do is nod or shake your head," I mocked. "People will faint if they hear you talk, so do not." I added. "So, you are Steven Rendezcah's older brother." He said that stopped me. He knows Steven. "What do you want? Why are you guys killing people now?" I asked him since he looked like the leader of this group.

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

Prologue Ava “Daughter, I believe you are special. Your wolf is crystal white, like in ancient times,” my father says, reaching out a hand to me. It’s like his mantra. He says it every time. Ava Hansley is my name. I am a descendant of the renowned and revered Blood Red Pack of werewolves. My parents, Richard and Kerah Hansley, are our pack’s Alpha and Luna. My wolf is a unique breed from the ancient clan of werewolves. They are thought to be rarer than actual Alphas because of the high price you pay to achieve this status and the responsibilities that come with having a white wolf.

I smiled at her. We are moving to a new pack house in the blue mountains I'm excited but also nervous I've heard stories about that pack about how ruthless alpha can be. His name is Derek Kane and he is the new alpha of the blood moon pack. ok so let me intoduce my self my name is Scarlet Knight I'm a seventeen year old who is a wherwolf and I ended up shifting early at the age of fifteen witch you are not meant to shift untill at the age of eighteen. When I first saw my wolf she was stunning a pure white wolf with bright blue eye's and I have herd that white wolf's are rare in fact that they are royalty.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

“There’s no way. Werewolves aren’t real!” “You saw it last night Hailey,” Tyler said. “You have the proof.” I took a deep breath, then levelled a hard stare at him. “Alright,” I said. “Then show me.” He hesitated, looking at Derek. Derek shook his head, but Tyler sighed. “Fine,” he said. “Just no more screaming, okay?” Then he shifted. The same silvery golden glow that had engulfed Derek yesterday surrounded Tyler. I watched as his joints changed and his body grew.

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.