Fat Werewolf Novels & Stories

I shrug it off, concentrating on the book in front of me. “The Werewolf Caste System consists of the Alpha, Beta, Delta/Gamma, Healers and Guardians, Warriors (Sentinel, Hunters, Scouts), and Omegas. Everyone in the pack has a role to portray and a responsibility to uphold. The Caste System was designed to ensure the survival of the pack and assume peace and order within.” Survival of the pack…? Does this mean werewolves also tend to invade territories just like how humans colonize other countries? If that happens, then the invaded pack may cease to exist and their territory will be overrun by the invaders.

Unwilling to entertain any more foolishness, I rush past the three of them and head upstairs to find my room. When I reach my doorway, I hear a voice. “I guess you met Freya. Careful, the little witch-wolf is vindictive toward any girl trying to breathe the same air as Gaston. I'm Al. It’s short for Alice, but I'm not into the wonderland jokes.” She offers me her hand, and I step inside. Al’s three inches shorter than I am. She has olive skin peppered with freckles and short, curly blond hair cut into the shape of a mushroom. She has on an AC/DC shirt, ripped blue jeans, and black combat boots held together by duct tape. Her eyes are bright silver with smudges of neon-blue. Most werewolves h

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.

I’d removed the antiquated oak desk that had belonged to Julian’s grandfathers and replaced it with a sleek, modern glass-topped table with gold trim. Shawn gave the door frame a cursory knock before letting himself in. “Sir, the doctor sent me to tell you... well, she says...” “Spit it out, Shawn.” “Right. The kid you sent to the infirmary, Freddy? He has heat stroke.” “Pfft.” I blew out an aggravated breath. “What kind of werewolf gets heat stroke?” Shawn shrugged, dropping into one of the new black-and-gold vinyl chairs. “He’s an Omega. You know they are genetically inferior. He’s just not cut out to be a warrior.”

It didn't take much of a look for me to recognize Felix's iconic red mane as he stood by. "Argon." Finally someone sobber to talk some sense into Diego. Standing at 7'2, Argon was easily the biggest werewolf and most likely the last of his kind; the Dire werewolf. Creatures of legend, even to their own kind, Dire Wolves are known to have been the strongest wolves to have walked the earth, characterized by their unusual height and eerie heterochromatic irises. Wasn't much the talkative type either, at least he'd be enough to get Diego back into the mansion before he broke his nose or something.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

He motioned to the Council member and Jeff who stepped forward. They stood together at the front of the room. Jeff looked uncomfortable as he started to speak. "Well, one of the things that I know you've all wondered. Why was Gary looking for women no younger than forty five?" He saw the nodding of heads. "Human females who are changed into Werewolves usually take some time to go into heat. Sometimes it's years. However, when they're closer to menopause they go into their heat almost immediately. Also the Wolf Moon contributes to fertility."

my shoulders sagged as I finally let out what I was feeling, "but this is a lot. Like, it's a lot, mama." "Of course it is," she replied, letting go of my face, "that's why I have to ask you if you're really ready for all of this? Are you ready for the real him, Sarafina? You need to get this little fantasy of this man out of your head. This man isn't some 21 year old boy, fresh out of college with his life still ahead of him. He's an older men, who's had not one, not two but eight wives and he's got, how many kids? Yes, 34 children from his previous wives. Not to mention that he's a werewolf and is their leader."