Evil Werewolf Novels & Stories

Then I climbed out the window, heart thudding, wind in my hair. Eva’s place wasn’t far. I arrived in minutes. She opened the door, eyes wide. “I can’t believe you’re dragging me into this.” But she was smiling. “You’re the one who said we need answers. You’re coming with me.” “Do you even know who this man is?” “You tell me.” Eva hesitated. Then sighed. “They call him The Sovereign. He’s not just rich. He’s one of us. A werewolf. And not just dangerous... unhinged.”

he replied "Can't we device a means to kill them? I mean..they know how to defeat us even on the full moon." Axel sighed "Nina..the thing is we're yet to face the most powerful of them.He's the main cause of this war.His mother was a werewolf.She married a vampire,a forbidden act.She was killed along with the vampire.They had him before that though." "So you can imagine.He's a half werewolf.He knows our every weaknesses.Probably the one who gave away the tactic of defeating us even on the full moon"

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

Katie Clyde answered after pondering for some time. The Old man's face became grim; that treacherous king of demons had escaped hell to be a lackey of someone. "Who is your boyfriend?" the Old man asked. Katie pondered for a long time before saying, "A werewolf." The old man burst into laughter before his face turned cold, and a chilling killing intent seeped out of his body, making Katie Clyde's face turn pale. He snorted coldly, "You may now die now." He was about to snap his fingers when Katie Clyde suddenly disappeared. His lips curled, and he taunted, "Marcus, how long will you keep running?"

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”

She led him with a solemnity that bade everyone else be quiet and grave, also, as he marked the forehead of the first Werewolf. Red went down the line, making a small cut on the pad of each member’s thumb, pressing it into his own corresponding wound, before applying it with small, sure strokes to their foreheads. “This will now mark them as dead, and grant you all of their given powers, for as long as the blood remains.” Grandma intoned. “So now, when you tell their leader that the Pack are all dead, you will not be lying. This will buy you some time.” Red nodded, saying nothing. There was nothing more to say.

I saw Adrian's face pale in the rearview mirror. Even though I am the Alpha Prince, Drud is not a wolf to be fucked with, and I'm not saying it to stroke my ego. He is the legendary Ember Dire Werewolf, the fourth after five generations had passed. His coat is black and red, exactly like burning embers. He is twice the size of a normal werewolf and can force any wolf into submission, whether it is a pureblood or half-breed. Drud can also turn humans into werewolves. It's the first thing Drud and I want to do to Laura, whilst me mate.

“I apologize for this little misunderstanding. We signed a marriage certificate to shut the Pack’s elders' mouths, but now it’s a reality. You are my wife, Evelyn.” “Those uncles, Madam Stella and Carla, they are also werewolves?” A bullet of panic rose into my chest, Zuriel was really on a mission to crush my heart. “My elders are wolves, but my aunt and Carla are like humans. We call them wolf-less.” He tapped his hand on the bed and invited me. “You were disturbed by me. Please come and take a rest. I am aware this is a lot to take, so I will give you all the time and space to think. Trust me, please.”

Slowly he got to his feet and straightened up. Erto involuntarily shivered, in front of him was no longer a person, or rather, only partly a person. “This is the beginning,” Yaroslav said clearly. Flashes of flame flashed in silver eyes, inhumanly long fangs appeared in an eerie grin. - Beginning of what? - Radolyub barely uttered. - The death of our world ... - the werewolf moved to the magician frozen at the table, Erto took an involuntary step forward, as if he wanted to interfere. As if he could interfere. “I must know the truth.

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”