Fantasy Werewolves Novels & Stories

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

They stood ready, willing to risk their lives for the successor of the Celestria alpha, who would be born on this beautiful full moonlit night. Under the glow of the perfect full moon, the massive form of the lycan, Gandalf, emerged, his presence rivaling even that of Viggo, the alpha. As if on cue, the omega werewolves, including Xavier and Richard, lunged forward to attack. With a fierce determination, they aimed to overpower Gandalf, their claws extending and fangs bared. However, despite their collective effort, it seemed almost futile. Gandalf, with his newfound strength and power, repelled their attacks effortlessly. One by one, the werewolves were pushed back, their attempts to claw a

As soon as they arrived, they met five hefty beings, three being werewolves and the other two being magnificent trolls (the imperial force) Among the imperial forces are Claus (700 years old werewolf, head of the imperial forces) Hinge (650 years old werewolf) Jace ( 600 years old werewolf) Toddler (600 years old troll) Greg (600 years old troll) Werewolves, have heightened sense of smell, like trolls, sphinxes, elves and vampires, they have the ability to sense beings from distance, they also have the ability to heal very fast, shape shift, and also have superhuman agility, while trolls posses magic, they also have superhuman agility like werewolves, vampires, sphinxes, elves and other crea

We are not fated inmates, so she would not have known. Only true mates can feel when their mate cheats or accepts another mate! I am on the edge of the border, but from where I'm sitting, I can see the Shadow Stalkers' pack house. I know my true mate is lying there in the arms of another, having sex with him. If only I could get my claws on Victor! I have no respect for him, although I am supposed to respect him as an elder. He is not worthy of my respect since he also has a magical wolf. Werewolves are not supposed to have magic in them. We are shapeshifters, not witches. We are potent wolves that are not supposed to have magic in us.

I lost my world. I woke up in a room with cement everything; walls, floors, and even a cement door. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something spinning around. I looked up and saw a camera facing in my direction, I felt like I was in jail. Maybe I should have listened to Jake, it was too late. In great frustration, I started to punch holes in the cement wall. Unfortunately, none of them were deep enough to escape me from this hell. As I was hitting the wall like my own punching bag I heard a loud bang and scream. I listen closely and hear howls, Werewolves. This night really couldn’t have gotten any worse. XXX

"All werewolves have mates, so do you!" All of his gestures, actions and words were very gentle but carried a majesty that only Alpha King had. Maybe Alpha King really didn't want to scare me, only he was born with a majesty and his special aura. "I know." I nodded and shook my head again. "All normal werewolves have mates but I'm no ordinary werewolf, my mom, my grandmother are all human. I was born and raised in a human society, my whole family lives as human beings, we fall in love and break up when we're out of love, we get married and maybe divorce."

But if it was possible… As the search results populated the screen, I clicked on the first article that caught my eye, hoping it would shed some light on my problem. Article 1: The Mythology of Werewolves 'Werewolves, also known as lycanthropes, are mythical creatures that appear in folklore and legends across various cultures. The transformation into a werewolf is typically associated with the full moon, although variations exist in different traditions. The exact methods of becoming a werewolf vary, but common themes include being bitten by an existing werewolf, a curse, or practising dark magic. The notion of werewolves congregating in packs is prevalent in many legends, often in remote o

The Forgotten's mental manipulation shattered completely when reality itself convulsed with invasion. Through my fragmenting consciousness, I felt thousands of new presences breach into our dimensional space. Not cosmic entities or quantum beings, but something far more primal and terrifyingly familiar. Werewolves. An entire pack materialized around us—easily three thousand strong—led by an Alpha whose presence made the air itself submit. He was massive even in human form, covered in ritual scars that glowed with dark magic, his eyes burning with crimson power that reeked of forbidden arts.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”