Evil Werewolf Novels & Stories

Were werewolves real? “Remember the picture?” Ellie continued, “Two full-grown grey wolves, The Timberwolf is Mom and the Irish grey wolf is Dad. Then three a bit smaller, that’s me, Eddy, and Elsie. You can tell which one is Elsie because the strawberry birthmark on her right leg grows a different colour fur than the rest of her, her one hind leg it’s reddish brown instead of grey, Eddy and I are just grey and white. Obviously, he’s the one with the dick showing. He was too proud of that thing to stick a leg in front for the photos.” Elsie gave her sister a nudge to get her back on topic. “Okay. So then the smaller ones are the pups, Felicity, Freya, Kassie, and Kevin. That picture was take

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

While she had been returning, she had collided with her husband, Cole, on the road, who was twenty two years old at that time. As soon as they had collided, they had recognized each other as their mate. But what she did not know was that her husband, Cole, was a monster scarier than anyone else in the pack. Cole’s wolf was aggressive and bad. As soon as he had recognized Elsa as his mate, he had lost control over his wolf. He had turned into his wolf halfway, and had kidnapped Elsa on the spot. Elsa had screamed and shouted in surprise and fear and had protested against Cole’s tight hold over her hips and body but she was a weak werewolf. Her strength was nothing compared to Cole’s.

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.

"Ohhh! This is that little w--" "Dad!" Maya stomped her foot warningly at Evelyn's horrified gasp, and Alpha Grey let out a obsequious laugh-- "...little werewolf from the Abysmal!" Alpha Grey finished his sentence awkwardly, and Raymond frowned-- It sounded like Alpha Grey wanted to say another word before he changed it to "werewolf". Alpha Grey was one of the few that knew Evelyn was a witch, and he also knew it was a secret. "You were so little when I first met you!" Alpha Grey dragged Evelyn to his side, "You were so skinny and small, even for a human!"