Fanfic Teen Wolf Novels & Stories

“I had to, Nathaniel. In time, it won’t be necessary. But the mark has to be done without you being under the influence of a succubus call. The mark had to be between your wolf and mine, it could not be a three-way with my succubus.” “You talk about your succubus as if she’s her own person?” “She is, to a degree. So is my wolf.” “So they have names?” he asked. “Yes. My succubus goes by Athena. My wolf is Artemis.” “Athena and Artemis? They’re beautiful names, Effie.” I smiled at him, but it didn’t reach my eyes. Discussing my names was still an uncomfortable topic, even all these years later. “I feel like there is something more here that you aren’t telling me, Effie.”

Silas asked, his voice echoing in my head. “No. We are ready,” the woman hissed, harshly. “Your daughter’s blood will be the perfect catalyst for the ritual.” I tried to struggle against their hold as the realization of what they were about to do dawned on me. I was the first in my age group to manifest my wolf side, only that I didn’t come with a wolf. I came with something much more terrifying and I could barely understand the weight of it at such a young age. A lycan.

"Let me take care of it. She's a she-wolf, and nothing you serve her will be strong enough." Bianca nodded and came to sit in front of the tearful young woman at her bar. "What happened?" The young woman sniffed loudly and grabbed the decoction Amber had just handed her. She swallowed in one gulp the drink and could not hold back the grimace under the bitterness of the liquid. "My boyfriend has found his soul mate... He turns eighteen tonight, and I turn eighteen in five days. We expected to be made for each other and nothing. His wolf recognized the scent of another like Mate."

"Remember that I'm waiting downstairs for you, fast wolf," I heard my aunt shout and describe me harshly. A fast wolf is a wolf that would perfectly describe Fred's niece, Amber. A wolf that involves in sexual acts before meeting their one true mate or before they've reached the rightful age. Age eighteen to start having sexual contact with another wolf. I was not a fast wolf. I am still a virgin and that strange wolf, Fred, and Amber lied about being my boyfriend. I didn't know.

She almost lands on me when a bigger wolf collides and tackles her to the ground. Tianna's wolf releases a painful howl as she is tackled to the ground by the bigger black wolf. That's when I realize that the big black wolf is jason

"I'm sorry. I was just... having a fight with my wolf. She's a bit annoying sometimes..." Well always actually. Nodding off at her response, the girl clapped her hands unexpectedly which caused Yseah's slender brows lodged in perplexion. "So it's really true that you can telepathically communicate with your wolf?! Oohh! That is so marvelous! I know I have no right to say this but I'm a die hard fan of wolverine stories! I mean literally! I have a plethora of books that just so related about werewolves and! I'm always in-love with their dark romance plot twist! The adrenaline rush of a fanatic is kicking in right now!"

he mumbled as he wrote on the all. “Are you done?” Wolfie shouted. “Done.” He gently lifted the vampire next to him on his free arm. the young teenage vampire simply whimpered and sobbed. “God what the hell is he doing……”

I turned—and saw a figure standing in the shadows of the trees. A young wolf__white fur with Glowing eyes. Not Freya, Not Veyrix. But something born of both. Freya runs away to stop the dispute alone; a strange white wolf appears, watching Finnick from the shadows.

Days passed, Tiffany got stronger because Killian Montgomery, the wolf, trained her regularly. Her inner-wolf strength became enhanced. One day, they decided to go to the town to unwind. With that, Tiffany O'Hearn saw someone very familiar. It's Hailey, her best friend from the orphanage—the strong lycanthropy.

~ALEX~ As soon as Elysia stepped in the room, my wolf howled, “Mate.” “That’s impossible,” I growled. “She’s human!” However, my wolf insisted “MATE!” The scent of her, so sweet, so tantalizing, filled my nostrils. She smelt like fresh rain on a spring morning, mixed with the scent of jasmine. And she was mine. But she didn’t know it yet. She had no idea about the world she’d stumbled into. Yet, she was clever, she was a survivor, and she had a spark in her that I hadn’t seen in anyone in a very long time.