Gamma Werewolf Novels & Stories

“The werewolves had to bite or cut off the vampire teeth bites because the officials would get suspicious. Wolf bites were normal to cops, but vampire teeth are quite distinct. It became a lot of work, having to work on corpses and all that. It threatened the peace and existence of the whole town. If anyone found out about our kind, we would be burned like witches on stakes and a lot of us would not have been borne. To protect the town, the werewolves decided the resort had to go. Your ancestors were getting a lot of money from it, so were unwilling to let go. They had always been poor and here was a chance to get rich and make a name for themselves. When they became adamant, the werewolves

“The Blackwood pup is about to awaken! A stage has been set up at the Sacred Ridge so everyone can witness the birth of a Divine Werewolf—a once-in-a-century event! If you don’t head over now, you’ll miss it!” The Beta tore free from my hand and disappeared into the crowd. “This isn’t right!” Kaeren scooped me up with ease and flew toward the Sacred Ridge. An Omega Black Werewolf shouldn’t be able to fly that high, but Kaeren could.

Jordan stands next to Dean, Olivia stands next to Issac, Gia stands next to Justin, and Sasha stands next to Cole. I’m actually getting pretty excited for this. I look up at Gunner again, “What’s your wolf’s name?” He smiles, “Hunter.” I laugh. “Gunner and Hunter?” He chuckles but nods. “You guys were literally made for each other.” I tell him and he nods his head agreeing, bending down to whisper in my ear. “Which is precisely why this will be over quickly. I give it fifteen minutes once the wolves start searching.”

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

XERAPHINA The past two weeks have flown by, leaving us in a constant state of chaos. The reason for all this madness is that Charity’s mate was from one of our neighboring rival packs. Despite having the scent of an omega, he has secured his position as a gamma within his own pack. In the werewolf hierarchy, a gamma holds the third rank and authority. My father believes he has not yet undergone the blood ritual to solidify his position as a gamma. It remains a mystery how he accomplished such a feat, especially considering the previous gamma of the Howlers Moon Pack was a cruel and oppressive leader. It’s unheard of for an omega to defeat a gamma, which makes this situation more extraordinar

"You have this all wrong, Karl. You're confused." "I'm many things," Karl replies coldly, "but confused is not one of them." He stands, and I see exactly what I'm dealing with. Karl is not just Lucy's mate. He's a Gamma of the Silvercrest Pack, a warrior-rank werewolf even I didn't attain when I was still around. Gammas are specially trained to detect threats to the pack, and right now Karl is looking at me like he knows I am one. I won't let that intimidate me, though. There's always a way out, and I will find a way out of this too.

Under normal circumstances, twenty trained warriors with silver weapons would be enough to stop almost any threat. But these weren't normal circumstances. And I wasn't almost any threat. A figure pushed through the ranks to stand at their front. I recognized him immediately. Garrett. Pack enforcer. One of the wolves who'd made my life hell when I'd been part of this pack. He'd taken particular pleasure in reminding me I was omega. Worthless. Weak. He didn't recognize me at first. Too much had changed. My Ghost Wolf form was complete now, perfect in ways it had never been before. My power radiated with an intensity that made the air shimmer.

At first she thought it was Damien’s…but on a second look, this werewolf had brown fur…So it wasn’t Damien thank god… “We attacked the werewolf’s campsite last night. Killed a number of Damien’s soldiers. My men took this guy’s head back as a trophy,” Westin said icily. “You really think Damien as King will make any difference? He is strong, yes, but there is just one of him. All of the other soldiers are lowborn werewolves. Thousands of lives will be lost when a war starts. You are their Gamma. Show some sympathy to these poor men.” Aurora snapped her head up, glaring at him, and cried, “You killed them! YOU are fucking responsible—”

“But I know that the same could happen to you too. You might find yourself remembering that you used to walk by his side when he threw you into a dark hole.” Her words only made Phoebe more irritated, she knew fully well tha Aurora was right but Tessie wasn't willing to remain silent. “What do you mean? I dare you to say that again, bitch!” Tessie asks sharply and there was an excited buzz among the members of the pack because of the interesting scene that might unfold. “You heard me. Or has that sharp werewolf hearing of yours gone dull? Your father’s a gamma, and your mother’s a pack warrior. Surely, they passed on b traits more than this.”