Female Werewolf Short Film Novels & Stories

Roger looks around the place and starts to notice other werewolves walking around in their wolf form, a few other minotaurs, and other horned creatures he didn't recognize. Roger then notices across the room a beautiful woman looking directly at him, she has short black hair and a beautiful gold dress that ends just above her knee, she walks across the room towards Roger and Lester. Lester is still in his minotaur form and is drinking a large jug of beer. The woman reaches out to shake Roger's hand. " I've never seen you here before, your first time here?" Roger answers awkwardly " Yes, the first time learning that there are other creatures other than werewolves in this world." " I would adv

I tried to ignore it, because it is obviously not possible, I am far away from werewolfs and I don't remember hearing about any hidden packs around here, werewolf packs don't like to hide, they make themselves known, But the force of Bolt urging me on was unbearable, so I quickened my steps, it looked like I needed to be quick, as I entered in to the almost silent room, the darkness of it first engulfed me, but it felt good that Bolt has not deserted me completely, I became quickly accustomed to the darkness, I heard a voice pleading and then silent before I finally saw the girl laying on the floor and a man who could be no more than fourty five years old was over her and trying to get somet

, snapped the woman unkindly. "What are you talking about? What witch? Who? "I said, turning my body. See, maybe there are other people around me. But it's just this woman and me now. "Oh, you're good at playing dramas, you've been wrong to enter this forest." "Did you turn into a human from the wolf figure earlier? Are you a werewolf? "I said doubtfully. I'm not even sure this is the real world. "Stop playing witch bitch" snapped the woman again

"And what makes it worst, you show no respect you little vermin. Do you not know who I am?" The others behind me mumble about her, but still no one moves to defend the slave. I can't either. We have no status here, and attempting to do so would only worsen your chances of survival. Werewolves were fickle creatures. At times they were human, though lacking the same compassion for their pack members towards us. Then at other times they were more animalistic. Especially in their mating season. "Do you not?!" She screams at her once more before taking a fist full of her hair and pushed her into the ground.

he said, holding the phone out, “you need to see this.” He handed Darren the phone, and I leaned over his shoulder to see the screen. A video played, and I felt my stomach drop when I saw… me. Shifting out of my white wolf form. And then there was the fall, followed by Melissa, Lily, and Brandon shifting and leaping after us. “Holy shit!” the woman recording the shaky footage exclaimed. “Those are werewolves!” My breath caught as the video looped, the caption beneath it chilling in its simplicity: “Real-life werewolves caught on camera?”

“What is the latest development?” A man's voice came through from the other end, eager and excited. “Sir, we had a confirmed sighting. One of our scouting teams spotted a female werewolf in the woods near the small town we've been watching.” Elias’s grip on the receiver tightened slightly, though his tone remained even. “Repeat that.” “A female werewolf, sir. A young one at that. Our men tried to capture her, but… she wasn’t alone.” “What do you mean?” Elias asked in anger.

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.

The memory of that sudden, tearing pain was still fresh, still throbbing dully in my overstretched pussy. But at the same time, I wanted him. Moon goddess help me. I'd heard stories from the she-wolves in my pack about their first times with their mates. They'd spoken of soft, tender touches and slow pleasure, of gentle lovers who made them feel cherished and adored. None of them had mentioned pain like this. None of them had warned me it would feel like being violently split apart by an unyielding brute. That made me realize it was going to be a completely different story for me.

Jake caught it mid-air— —and froze. White fire ran under Jane’s skin. Light burst from her wounds as white fur rolled across her body. She rose, an ethereal werewolf, eyes like dawn over ice. One kick sent Sara smashing through a tent frame. “Oh my God,” Kim whispered. Jake stepped in, syringe ready—then the white wolf stood between him and the wreckage, grace and fury in the same breath.

She realized that she was in danger and tried to run away, but her legs wouldn't move— Ronald's transformation was complete, and he let out a loud howl that echoed through the forest. She can't believe her eyes right now and doesn't understand what is happening around her. As she stood there frozen, Ronald slowly approached her with his sharp claws and teeth bared. She knew that she had to act fast if she wanted to survive this encounter with the werewolf. She takes a few steps back while looking at Ronald with wide eyes. "I need to get out of here." She yelled inside while trying to run, but Ronald is faster than her and he is in his wolf form.