Evil Werewolf Novels & Stories

Evander said, and I hummed. "My wolf says I am not a werewolf," I said, and he froze in his actions before looking at me. "She says I am a witch with a werewolf. Does that make sense to you?" I asked, and he sighed. "A hybrid?" He said, and I nodded. "My witch powers are more powerful than my wolf even though my wolf is Erryn, the beholder of the strongest werewolf blood and elemental powers. That's the reason my powers are a mess. I am a witch with a wolf who is known as the last werewolf controlling these elemental powers. Honestly, I don't even know what else I can do as a witch." I said before taking a deep breath.

It started so boldly without an introduction. Eva looked confused and anxious. She needs to learn about Jasper's topic of discussion. Eva shook her head and eagerly asked for more. "I don't understand. What is a werewolf?" Jasper sighed, then took out his phone. He typed something, then showed Eva. Eva widened her eyes to see pictures of immortal creatures she had never witnessed. "What are these?" she pointed at some pictures on Jasper's phone.

The woods, once a sanctuary, became a witness to an unspeakable act of violence. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the night, freezing everyone in place. The men, startled, looked around nervously. Another growl, closer this time, echoing through the darkness. I recognized it instantly—it was the unmistakable growl of a werewolf. Helena, in her wolf form, burst forth from the shadows, her fur bristling with a protective rage. The men, realizing the imminent threat, stepped back, their eyes widening in terror. Helena, towering over them, lunged forward with a swift, powerful motion.

Nigel smiled – a cold threatening kind. Eirika felt fear well inside her. She wanted to warn Nigel that the men were not just werewolves but the feral kind. Her father had taught her how to note the differences: the ferals have dark irises that flash when angry. Humans or the unchanging have normal-colored eyes with no glow in them, werewolves with Lycanthrope blood have gold circles around their regular eye colors and their eyes flash white when provoked. They can instantly change into their Lycan form like a chameleon and don't need the full moon. They also share the same eye color with their beasts, unlike the regular werewolves which have the largest population. Their eye color is a dull

Elijah gently stretches out his hand and pulls the hair from her face aside and begins to gather the strands of grass that clung to it. "My father died before my eyes, I was locked up and beaten and raped by a pack of damn rogues," says Erin, completely shocking Elijah.” My mother died trying to defend me and you thought that I would freak out because somewhere in this world a man loves me? ” "A werewolf," Elijah said, looking into her eyes. "A werewolf, Erin. If I were just a man I would have taken you completely by now but I'm a werewolf and not an usual werewolf but an alpha. I was afraid you would be scared. "

The fate of the werewolves and vampires hung in the balance once more, their futures entwined in a web of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of power. As the final act of the Beta's treacherous plan began to unfold, the Werewolf kingdom was thrown into chaos. Outside the kingdom walls, a false alarm was created, luring Prince Amareux away on a mission to resolve the supposed threat. It was the perfect diversion, allowing the Beta and his cohorts to capture Arayah, their poisoned prey.

Kitty hugged his arm as appreciation, and Erebus sat stiff, amazed at how it became easier and easier for Kitty to get him all excited by such a simple move. "Well, the next two sentences is a bit easier," Kitty said, "'Freedom of the Blood Moon', should be the break of the curse." "'Is only by who taking it given'." Erebus repeated, thinking about the ballad, "is... a witch?" "I think so." Kitty nodded, "The Blood Moon Forest is apparently taken by a spell, and the curse only works on witches and wizards, so --" "So naturally, it can only be breaking by them, too." Erebus nodded, "Should I be counted as a wizard though? You know? I AM a werewolf."

" That would have been true had it been Sophia was not a special born. " The words hit everyone. Special borns were werewolves who possessed double of what others could have . They always had the strength of alphas running through them. " Special born?" Vieira asked. " You mean that bitch is a special born. " Nadia said. " Watch your words, Nadia." Derek growled.

Roman said as he tried to force a smile but failed terribly at it. “I think it is. Deal with it, Darin is dead, I ordered his termination and I watched him die. I have looked you up, Roman, your greed for power has no end. I’m glad I chose to terminate Darin before he could fall into your manipulative hands.” Elijah said. “And you…” Elijah said, turning to West. “Why don’t you just leave? Can’t you see that you are being used? Since when did witches and werewolves become so cozy? You have an advantage, use it.” Elijah said.

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.