Female Werewolf Short Film Novels & Stories

So I asked again. "Who is she? The Queen of what?" He gave me a look of disbelief before he started explaining. "Contrary to what most of us believe, the one who first united the seven werewolf packs and ruled the werewolf kingdom as one was not a man. She was a woman—the Queen of werewolves. She was the one who built the palace where we're going to live with our pups. She lived in that palace for about seven hundred years with her lover, Andrew. Andrew was also known as the first man to become a wolf..."

Who the hell did he think he was? “I am done running away from you,” Erin said with building rage. “I am not afraid of you!” She ran forward and immediately shapeshifted into a giant brown werewolf that descended on the shocked shaman. His dagger dropped from his limp hand seconds before she landed on him and ripped him apart. At this point, the women didn’t need to wonder what to do, they all stood up and ran out of the bleeding hut, except Rowana. She stood stock still, staring at the carnage in front of her with an open mouth.

Rena looked at them intensely. "Let—let me go." Rena pleaded softly to the two people. She was afraid of being treated like what is in the movies. Even though Rena was a werewolf, she still couldn't fight back because, at this time, she had never felt the presence of a wolf. In a sense, the wolf had not yet appeared even though she was already thirteen years old.

Layla wears an off-the-shoulder top so her neck is fully exposed. A wet tongue takes a walk around her neck. The feeling of itching and cold makes the hair on their body straighten. Puffy breathing combined with sharp teeth at no time did not remind her that she was being crushed by a wild beast on the ground. If this world doesn't exist werewolves, this is definitely a scene from a horror movie. Species girl the weak man is preparing to be eaten alive by the wild beast.

2. I almost had a heart attack, hearing the woman's voice so close to me. But when she materialized out of the shadows, she merely placed a finger to her lips, signaling for quiet. Getting as low to the ground as I humanly could, I watched as she jogged past me, startling when another wolf emerged from the nearby chalets. As she stood blocking my presence with her body, the she-wolf ordered a shift, and shimmering under the moonlight; the wolf did as he was told. " Shamas, what has you out and about after dark? My father has a curfew for a reason?"

But so far, everything was still and calm until they reach almost the heart of the forest, seeing an oddly figure ahead. Back facing them, the long silver wavy hair that flows until her thighs, silky glimmering tunic of white tunic extending down her knees, the woman, almost the same height as the werewolves, slowly turned around after feeling their presence. The werewolves were on their grounds, prepared for any attacks. But their expression softened when they saw the woman. Zane subtly dropped his jaw upon seeing the enthralling beauty in front of them, same as the other guys. The gorgeous woman sweetly smiled at them. She looked like a real fairy because of her mesmerizing and surreal bea

Kehlani ventured. The woman paused and gauged Kehlani for a second before saying, "Humans are really oblivious to the fact that there are more creatures roaming around, Infact we have seen a Werewolf with our very own eyes around here during a hunting escapade. I saw with my very own eyes, er? So they very much exist." Kehlani froze, "You saw a Wolf who turns into a human being?" "Yes." The woman nodded. "You think I'm lying? Ask Dean, he had been the one who handled it er?"

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

Silence followed—thick, deliberate, terrifying. I scrambled backward, breath coming in sharp gasps as shadows emerged between the trees. Yellow eyes. Gray fur streaked with blood. Wolves bigger than anything I had ever seen, but unlike the alpha this is average which only means the grey wolf is Alpha's beta Manuel. Their muscles coiling beneath their skin, teeth bared. My back hit a tree, nowhere left to go. I pressed myself against the bark, shaking so hard my teeth rattled. My legs refused to move. One of them stepped forward, massive and scarred, his eyes burning with recognition.