Despicable Me Werewolf Novels & Stories

And then a third. The ground seemed to rumble under them, and the air began trembling as the noise grew and the source of it finally appeared. From the interior of the main building, three colossal, mutated wolves stormed forward. Their fur was covered with strange patches and jagged muscles that bulged as if their very flesh had been reshaped with cruelty and science. Their eyes glowed red in the gloom, dripping with a strange foul smelling fluid. Their jaws were overlarge, with teeth that looked like jagged broken pieces of steel. Their claws were elongated, twisted into deadly hooks, and they moved with a terrible speed that made Damon growl in warning. “Behold!” Elias roared, throwing hi

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

“No way…” Narsha whispered hesitantly, her voice barely audible amid the rustling of the wind and leaves. “Could it be another child, like Cherish, who can transform into a wolf?” Dexter shook his head slowly. His eyes scanned the surrounding area with an almost intimidating alertness. “It's hard to tell,” he replied softly. “But one thing is certain, the wolf roaming around here is not an ordinary wild wolf. It's very strange because yesterday I didn't sense it at all, but now I do.”

Maxine moaned, biting her lower lip and tilting her head upward. It felt so good. Maxine knew she was easy to get ticklish. But the way he licks, sucks and kisses her sensitive skin makes her feel beyond a simple tickle. It was as if he’s a vampire who drained her energy from her toes to her scalp. ‘Dumb me. How can I describe a werewolf as a vampire?’ she thought while moaning. Either way, that’s what she thought at the moment. And even if he’s a real vampire, he would allow him to bite her anywhere.

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.

This left Adam astounded. With an extremely curious look, he turned to look at this small gray wolf. “You are…” “Let me introduce myself a little, I am Smith. Before, I was like you, a werewolf outcast in the human world. But after following him, I gained a sense of my sanity. Of course, this is just the sanctity of a wolf.” During the conversation, Smith's gaze shifted slightly towards the leader of the white wolf, inside showing a few parts of admiration and respect.

“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.

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

The courtyard witnessed a subtle shift as Maximus underwent the transition from human to werewolf—a metamorphosis that revealed his true strength and the embodiment of the Veron Pack's alpha. The air crackled with energy as Maximus, now in his full werewolf form, stood before the assembly. His fur, a blend of silver and obsidian, shimmered in the moonlight, and his eyes, glowing with a fierce intensity, bore the weight of centuries of werewolf legacy. Luna, the moonlit pup, emitted a joyous yip as if acknowledging the resonance between their destinies. The werewolves in the courtyard, their awe palpable, witnessed Maximus's transformation with a mix of reverence and pride.