Free Werewolf Stories Novels & Stories

“Alright. Let me tell you a bedtime story, my mom used to tell me and alex when we were young. Once upon a time, in a world filled with magic and mystery, there lived a pack of werewolves. They were known for their strength, agility and fierce nature. The werewolves lived in harmony with the other magical creatures in the forest, but there was one thing that set them apart - their reaction to the full moon. On the night of a full moon, the werewolves would go berserk, unable to control their powers and urges. They would roam the forest, causing destruction and chaos, before eventually returning to their human form the next day, with no memory of what they had done. The other magical creature

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

It's a sign that you want to see me. - I like talking to you and learning things from you. Like how to kiss. Lucifron smiled, but he had a different plan for that day, now that he knew it wasn't a dream. - Do you like stories? – Lucifron asks. - I don't know. I do not remember. - Do you want to hear one? - What's the story about? – Gary asks, again. - About a werewolf and his mate. - What is a werewolf? – asks Gary curiously.

They are drawn to it even when their wolf has not awakened yet. I closed my laptop and leaned back in my chair then sighed. “All speculations. This might just be someone who was bored and had nothing better to do and decided they wanted to make up stories. Werewolves don’t exist they only exist in story books, fairy tales. Yeah. Fairy tales.”

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.

"I guess we could make some time to add it into your continued training." "Come, Your Highness! It is time to head back. The blood moon will rise in two hours and it would be best if we are not out in the open, rogues from both species will be out in force tonight. The Werewolves looking for anyone to mate with and the Vampires looking for relief from their bloodlust." "You have been doing your homework, very good Ethan. Yes, let's head back to the castle. I'll race you!" I take off running, listening to their laughter.

And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man. And when the wolf got satisfied at putting its anger towards the man. It immediately thought of going to the place where they were supposed to live. It was about to run, but before he can do that, Peter came who’s in a flash got to the wolf’s side. And Peter immediately stabbed the syringe he was carrying, containing sleeping pills and wolfsbane herb. A herb that can effectively weaken a werewolf. But one dose of it is not enough to put Jax’s wolf down. So Peter immediately followed with two more pricks of syringes to the body of the wolf.

Leah also gave a look of disapproval. "Callie, I agree with them. I just wasted my time." I got up when I remembered that I was on my way to the garden. "What? Those stories are pretty lame, to begin with." "Not when nana tells them." The kids retorted. Nana arrived soon to tell a different version of the first werewolf that happened in Egypt where people considered shapeshifting a gift and not a curse. I grew up listening to nana's stories, about demon kings and dragon queens and all things fantasy. My all-time favorite was the story of my mother, except for the part where she dies.

The whispers were more than just rumors; they were the harbingers of a brewing storm. The elders, usually stoic and reserved, were more readily sharing their stories – grim tales of ancient feuds, territorial disputes that had stretched across generations, betrayals that had shattered alliances and left scars that still ran deep within the werewolf community. These weren’t mere anecdotes; they were cautionary tales, stark reminders of the fragility of peace and the ever-present threat of conflict. Lyra learned of the fractured history of the werewolf world, a tapestry woven with threads of both cooperation and bitter rivalry, a constant struggle for dominance and survival.

One more AT LEAST, and realistically why not a whole litter? My loins throbbed in ardent approval of this idea. More babies, yes, more please! One was hardly enough. I thought of my dream where Red had given me multiple babies and even while I was already pregnant I was begging for him to put another in me… I had heard of this happening among werewolves. Not traditional twins, but multiple babies at once, sometimes even from separate fathers. I had heard of one she-wolf who had given birth to triplets, but each had a different sire.