Evil Werewolf Novels & Stories

She would treat her best as she could. "Yes," the elders chimed in Serene's question. Indeed, Adira Elisaveta was the Werewolf princess. And the most important thing in the werewolves was brotherhood. If something to were to happen to their race they would not care about the win or failure, all they care about is fighting till the end to keep up the brotherhood.

“Zeev, please –” “Zane is a werewolf!” Those words froze Tyr, and he robotically turned his head to Zeev. “What?”

“But first…” “In case you haven’t noticed,” she continued, tilting her head playfully, “I’m not a werewolf.” I blinked at her, confused. “You’re not?” Evelina’s lips curved, and for the first time, I noticed the faint shimmer in her eyes, something that didn’t belong to any wolf. “No,” she said, her tone calm and laced with quiet power. “Our mother wasn’t one either. She was a witch. Alaric inherited Father’s wolf, but I… inherited her magic.”

These were designed to resonate with the wolves' warrior spirit, appealing to their pride and their desire for a leader who embodied strength, not perceived weakness. Conversely, Valerius was presented as a pragmatic, if stern, ruler. He was not one to indulge in the soft pronouncements of a queen, but a leader who understood the harsh realities of survival. His agents would spread tales of his decisive actions, his willingness to confront any threat head-on, and his commitment to ensuring the continued existence of the werewolf packs – so long as they remained in line. This was a carefully worded message, implying that disobedience would lead to dire consequences, but also offering a veneer

I don't even spare him even if he'll beg for mercy. According to the werewolf rules and doctrines, what Elvis is trying to do is the same as treason against the Pack, a crime which is punishable by hanging. Well, no one will have the pleasure to send him to the gallows because I'll finish him up with my bare hands!

Kitty was still stuck in her head, not realizing anything that was taking place. “Just shut up and don't move, you slut!” He picked up some deer meat and shoved it down her face, telling her to eat it all. Meadow’s eyes got teary and the wicked wolf laughed. He then circled her, admiring her body. He cupped her ass. “So thick,” he licked his lips. Meadow almost lost her footing. Her mate was gorgeous and powerful. That was obvious. But he was evil. She could smell it. But why couldn't she see that last night that Ezekiel wasn't a good wolf?

I decided to show a brave front. “What do you want?” I demanded. A deep sense of uneasiness held me rigid. Great, I was gonna die a virgin. Who would have thought? I waited for his response, but the silence was unnerving. The way his eyes kept looking at me without blinking, I faltered a bit. “I'm just passing through,” I stammered, my throat tightening in terror when his red eyes glowed brighter. I had heard about the infamous red-eyed werewolves, but hadn't met one until Eliza. I was told they were treacherous and evil since they loved to torture their preys before they kill them.

The stories never really specified what happened to the witches and Hybrid wolves after that but the werewolf community hasn't heard about them for decades and so we assumed they didn't survive alone, out of the packs. But Balfour sounded like he was onto something by mentioning them. "If you heard of them, then you must know how powerful they are. Witches are powerful enough to replace scents and make them smell familiar even when they're not using dark magic." I held myself back from scoffing. Balfour sounded like he would do anything to convince me that the princess is bad news. "I don't want to assume that you're thinking Princess Ilvira made use of a witch to replace her scent with min

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

"I'll not let you do this to us. I don't want her to go to jail because of some bastard like you." "If she doesn't kill Cole, you'll either have to kill her or I kill you. Someone has to die." "What sort of stupid game is this?" "I don't know," he said, tying her up. "I'll tell one thing, though. I'm merely a player in this game. One day you'll know who the psycho behind this game is. Trust me, you won't believe it." Who could that be? Who would want them to suffer? They didn't have major enemies. Except for the key stealing, they lived fairly normal and boring lives. The two girls had never got in trouble with anyone in town.