Grimm Werewolf Novels & Stories

“Not like that.” “Sure,” I mutter. He ignores me. “Those designations are then divided into three classifications.”He holds up one finger.“Grims. These wolves are always dominant. They’re the warrior class. Physical fighters. Strength and combat are their specialties.” His gaze sharpens slightly. This is the class all Alphas fall under.” So he is a Grimm… makes sense. He holds up a second finger. “Faints. Both dominants and submissives can be Faints. These wolves are shadow walkers, spies, and in certain cases, assassins.”

Derrick hated Lucas and he always had. As Lucas arrived at "The groove" which was actually the name of their werewolf community, he couldn't help the anxiety that was squeezing at his chest. Even his wolf was feeling it too and it shifted uncomfortably inside of him. He was the next Alpha of the Lucent pack and his choice of a mate was almost as important as breath.

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

They both stood in front of the gravestone and Minx stood for a while reminiscing on how good he was to her. "Your grandfather was the first person to accept me into the Oscar family, I was a wolf-blood witch pregnant for his son, the next alpha and he never treated me like an outcast instead he accepted me without judging my roots," she said with a nostalgic look on her face. "Do you know how they bury werewolves?" Minx asked Jordan. "No I don't" he answered after pausing for some time to understand why she asked him. "They separate the heart from the body, the heart is buried and the body is burned," she said in a low voice still staring at Seth's grave.

Nina,short for Nicolina just turned eighteen in the month of the full moon.Although,considering the fact that she'd get to finally see her wolf form and get to know her mate,she wasn't happy. The vampires and werewolves lived together in harmony ages past until a werewolf and a vampire violated the code and everything was ruined. They were at serious war that not only claimed the lives of many of them but that of Nina's mother also-the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack,her father being the Alpha.

I get a moment to try and reach out. "Get away from me quickly!" I yell at her with my voice and push her off. She listens to me and tries to crawl away. He takes control again and in a blink of an eye, the little girls body is mutilated. There's blood everywhere, her insides are outside and he prides himself by planting a kiss on her dead lips. He does that to all his victims, apparently shows respect to his prey. He is my wolf but they changed him, we were friends when I first spoke to him but after that one night he was gone and something else replaced him. I get control back and I just sit there, no tears fall. I haven't cried in a full year, they broke me long ago and they know it.

Such a delicate wolf girl. Anyway, it was my turn to play my character. I had no idea who was Thomas but I knew he was her uncle through her conversation to herself. It was not hard insulting him as the stupid, useless and ugly werewolf cause he was each one of them. Who is his mate anyway? How can someone be mate of such an ugly creature? Look at me, if I hadn’t had to hide, every vampire girl in Goldenwood would die to touch me. And who knows Blackwood’s she-wolf would fall for me too.

Growl! One of the wolves scowled at him. Others are still getting used of the large form they turned into. Looking at the moon now, Raven’s eyes change hue from sandy to canary color. His human teeth slowly growing into fangs, and he painfully screamed when he felt his spine crack, rendering him to the ground on one knee. He eventually shed skin and transformed into the ebony wolf he is. Awoo!

In the quaint town of Silverwood, nestled amidst towering pines and winding rivers, the Smith family had long been the keepers of a mysterious legacy. For three generations, they had guarded the ancient secret of their werewolf ancestry, passing down the tales and traditions from parent to child, but not one was worthy to become the werewolf king . At the heart of the Smith family stood Grandma Evelyn, a wise and weathered matriarch who held the stories of their lineage close to her heart. From a young age, Alex had sat at her knee, enraptured by her tales of moonlit transformations and ancient magic.

"How do you feel?" "Are you okay?" I ignored her question with one of my own. Her eyes shifted to my figure before looking back down on her own and shrugging. "I guess it's better than a mausoleum." My eyes cast downward. "Sorry, bad joke." "Did I hurt you last night?" "No. But...has this happened before?" "When you get to a certain age as a wolf, it's a rite of passage to experience it. I guess kind of like a human's sixteenth birthday or maybe their twenty-first. They do it so we understand what it's like in case we ever encounter it."