Derek Hale Werewolf Novels & Stories

They just walked on as if nothing special happened when something of a special and celebratory nature had happened. The werewolves had defeated the vampires but these last set of warriors acted as if nothing of that sort had happened. The most notable of all the warriors of the Malreux Wolf Pack was the head warrior, and it was only right that he was the most notable since he was the leader of the rest of the warriors and the one who had led them to victory.

Reluctantly I put my hand on Clayton’s shoulder to get his attention. Clayton turned around to meet my eyes. For those who hadn’t seen him angry before I had to admit it was a terrible sight. His rage filled eyes were a dark blood red colour. His inch and a half long fangs, that usually weren’t there, had grown in response to the emotionally charged situation. When he noticed it was me his eyes softened slightly. Alpha Clayton had both werewolf and vampire blood so his inner beast was a hybrid. So when he got pissed enough his wolf/ vampire would surface. As a result Alpha Clayton’s wolf Xavier was a bit different than most wolves. He was much more cruel.

Alpha King's POV Jack had found the place where the suspicious werewolves were hiding, so we must go there once. That place was called Haunted Ground, one of our important enemies resided here, they called themselves Sun Soldiers. They had caused a lot of conflicts among the werewolf packs. I suspected that many people in power in the werewolf packs were related to this organization, or were even the leader of this organization. If I couldn't get rid of all the elements of this organization in my administration, I wouldn't be able to sleep well.

Alpha Carmen explained as the rude idiot's gaze ran over Derek's full length. Something was telling me Derek size didn't matter because judging from the amused expression on Alpha Carmen's face, he had something up his sleeve "I will be fighting this sorry excuse of a wolf, and if I win, you will let me stay and move to the next category," the guy repeated, and Alpha Carmen nodded "Yes, that's about right, but remember, if Derek's wins, you are leaving my pack, no questions asked "That's fair, so when do we start?" the rude idiot said as a cocktail grim formed on his face

"He told me that, he was only part of the Revolutionists because he has have objectives he must achieve. I didn't believe him to be a Werewolf but, he acted throughout the whole time, like had some sort of supernatural powers. That was what increased my further suspicion about him." "And then what?" I asked, expecting her to tell me what happened when she finally met them at the Dengek forest. It was no surprise to me, not anymore after Leah's narration on why Derek wanted her dead from the very first time he confronted us. Maybe, the alpha was unaware of the true identity of his wolf-brother. To make the whole matter more astonishing and complicated, was he not the wolf who fought the Revol

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

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.

"Sorry to interrupt your drink, Ms. Hale, but this hunt is strictly between my claws and this pup. It does not concern your family line." Cora's heart sinks into her stomach. She knows my wolf is in serious danger. I do not even blink or glance up at Bobby's big chest. "Yes, I am Derek Hale. What do your claws want from my seat?" Bobby lets out a dark, evil chuckle. "You have big guts, pup. You are the first lone wolf in Beacon Moon City to act so cool when my shadow falls on your table. But your soul will be meeting the Moon Goddess soon enough."

His eyes glowed ember, and an eerie energy radiated from him—one that whispered of dark magic. Rachel sucked in her breath. "A witch’s curse," she murmured. "He's not in control." My stomach dropped. Cursed wolves that turned into abominations, controlled like puppets by witches. But this was beyond anything I’d imagined. Derek, the once-powerful alpha, was now nothing more than a puppet—a monstrous weapon wielded by that witch.