Gideon Werewolf Book Novels & Stories

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

~Emerald~ Gideon succeeded on his plans of capturing all the wolves from the Crescent Moon Pack. Together with his warriors, they were able to bring all the powerless, innocent, and fragile wolves in the middle of the field. I was at Gideon's back, doing my best to be heartless. Yes, I'm trying to be heartless for my plans to work on. “Ah, this is so satisfying…” Gideon uttered while smirking. I could feel my fists clenched beneath as I looked at the faces of those wolves. The way they looked at me, it's as if they are begging me to do something. Their arrogance from earlier faded away after Gideon and his warriors captured all of them.

He seemed to fit into this space as naturally as he did the forest outside—something about his presence felt timeless, like he belonged in both the past and the present. Gideon returned with a pot of tea and three mismatched mugs. He poured with practiced precision, then sank into a chair across from them, his piercing gaze settling on Isla. “So,” he began, his voice rough but steady. “You’re the one tied to the prophecy.” Isla hesitated. “That’s what they keep telling me.” Gideon’s lips curled into something resembling a smirk. “Not entirely convinced, are you?” She shook her head. “I didn’t even know werewolves existed until a few weeks ago. Now I’m supposed to believe I’m part of some anc

Thinking we were now safe; little did I know that a greater challenge awaited – his scent. With the instinctive heightened sense of smell that comes with being a werewolf, I didn't need to be close to him to catch a whiff of his scent. It wasn't just any scent; it was his natural aroma, so enticing that without realizing it, I slowly moved the hand covering his mouth down to his shoulder, enveloping him in my embrace. My head, seemingly beyond my control, leaned closer to his neck, where I began to breathe in the scent of his skin.

There's a low rumble filling the air and it takes me a second to realise it Gideon’s wolf growling in the back of his throat. “I get it, okay? I should have stayed in the house with your overbearing mother and answered all of your father's invasive questions.” I’m trying to keep my voice even and calm as I hold up my hands to show Gideon I’m not a danger to his wolf. “I just want to see Octavia’s van because she said something that just doesn’t fit with what we were told when we left the Academy. You can be pissed all you want but those parents of yours, well, they’re just a lot.” GIdeon can’t respond to me but he does keep walking until he’s standing so close to me that I can feel his wolf'

In the middle of the restaurant. "Gideon, are you insane?!" I screamed. But it was too late. Seconds later, a giant gray wolf stood in the room. Its eyes glowed red, a low growl rumbling in its throat. Provoked by the Alpha's power, Gideon had completely lost his mind. He arched his back, his claws digging deep grooves into the floor. The next second, he lunged for Liam.

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.

Gideon looked scared and helpless as the brown and golden wolves stood side by side of Caleb and me. I walked slowly in front of them and put my back at Gideon to look at them. "Let me talk, please..." I said, and they all looked at me nodding, Caleb gave a step ahead and stood next to me, while Cara and Alex sat waiting for orders, either from Caleb or me. Gideon was beyond shock, he kept looking at them and me. I wanted to make some sense into his head, perhaps the sight of fantastic creatures would make him realize that craziness had a limit and he could change.

Gonzalo nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the hearth. "Someone as special as you," he murmured. "And it is yours now." The journal became my refuge, offering glimpses into a world where myths and reality intertwined. Each entry revealed more about werewolves, about the community he belonged to, and their struggles to maintain a balance between two worlds. It was written fiction, but Gonzalo did not know that werewolves were real. Whoever owned this book encountered or spoke with a werewolf. Was it Caleb? Because of the way it was written and the descriptions, it seemed like Caleb.

Why? "Hyin, give me that book right now." She warned him who thought what was worse. Giving her book or not giving her book. "No." He rejected her order but the book was snatched from his hand. For a second, the wolf spirit could not understand how that little omega became so fast. Giselle took that book and opened it. Her eyes went wide as she glanced at the content of the book. "Is this what you are interested in these days?" Giselle asked him who blinked as he turned red due to embarrassment.