Elf Werewolf Novels & Stories

“Just, be careful, alright?” Nodded my head, Elm finally let go of my arms. I walk slowly to the group. Nervously smiling at them, suddenly I saw two of the grey werewolf have a white mark on their forehead. Stunned by this revelation, I don’t know how to differentiate them; I close my eyes for a moment. Somehow, one of the werewolves has a silhouette when I close my eyes, like a scanner. That’s when I know how to differentiate the Alpha by reaching at the werewolf who I still view, even when I close my eyes.

Amaira "Despite deciding to maintain peace, the werewolves killed Shlok and attacked Agastya. Maybe that's why this is happening." Vishal "I don't want war, but now I can't do anything." Amaira "Vishal, I also found out one more thing." Vishal "What?" Amaira "The werewolves, who are born on a pink moon night, are special. They are as strong as the born vampires." Vishal "That I know."

Billy slowly reached out his hand. “Like this, Mama,” he asked me. I smiled and nodded. Billy placed his hand on top of the wolf’s hands. His eyes immediately widened. “Mama,” he said, his voice high and light. “The fur is so….soft. And I feel…different.” “I know, hun. It’s pretty special isn’t it? Werewolves aren’t like normal wolves. Their fur is different and they have a different energy. A strong, primal energy that they share with other werewolves. That’s what this wolf is doing right now, love. He’s sharing his energy with you.”

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

Rogers understood when she heard Erlyn's explanation. "What region did that to you? I mean, where do you live, why is there still a country like that? Did they do something else to you, for God's sake Erlyn, I never thought that there were still people in this part of the world who could do such heinous things, child." Mrs. Rogers' compassion for Erlyn and the girl's story was evident. Erlyn retells her story and she shows us her leg. She was often hurt and lashed on that ankle with a whip by her mistress, a few scratches that made Erlyn sick and made her run away from there. There was only one thing Eelyn would not say and that was that she would always hide, and that was that she was a cre

WEREWOLF A werewolf or lycanthrope is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction. -Wikipedia Werewolf usually lives in packs. The pack will be organized by some wolves that are stronger or have more superior abilities than the others. There will be Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Hunter, Sentinel, Elder, Scout, Guardian, Omega, and Pup. But, in this story, not all of the wolf rank will be mentioned.

TRIGGER WARNINGS This story contains elements that may be sensitive to some readers. This includes gore, graphic sexual tension, murder, language, angst, death, and a steamy romance you may have to take a cold shower after reading. Nothing in this story is based on reality and has been created for entertainment purposes only. With that in mind, keep your mental health a priority and enjoy this emotional, spicy werewolf romance... Elodie's POV

I’m oblivious to how frozen everyone in the class are, especially the twins. She begins, “Werewolves live amongst us. Werewolves are legendary creatures. They appear in folklore, mythology, and modern popular culture. A werewolf is a human with the capability to shape-shift into a wolf or a wolf-like creature; the conditions for this transformation vary. Most commonly, the full moon is the catalyst. Werewolves symbolize the struggle between human intellect and animals, as they are powerful and dangerous creatures driven by instinct.”

The weight of her choices bore down on her, the consequences of her actions haunting her every step. In the heart of Esteros, where moonlight and shadows played their eternal dance, Ardolf, the steadfast leader of the werewolf pack, presided over his domain with a blend of authority and compassion. His silver fur gleamed in the moon's ethereal glow as he stood atop a rocky outcrop, his amber eyes scanning the vast expanse that was his realm.

Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly. Burhan came over and helped his adoptive father in one shot. At that time Burhan's expression looked so shocked by Hugo's change. The type of wolf-shifter that Hugo has is so different from other wolf-shifter. The size of the red wolf's body is also larger than most wolf-shifter. On the forehead of the red wolf, a star in a circle was drawn. When Hugo growled, his mouth and muzzle dripped with disgusting saliva, like the image of a werewolf version of the human belief, which in Indonesia is called Aul. Burhan gulped his own saliva as he stared into the red eyes of the Cursed. “What is that creature?” Burha