Grimm Werewolf Novels & Stories

“I’m sure you’ve heard the tales of Reed Walton.” His words hit me like a sledgehammer, taking my breath away. The Grim Pack is the largest in New Haven City, and their Alpha, Reed Walton, is young but so ruthless and cold that even the werewolf council is kept on their toes. The woman beside me gasps, her eyes wide with terror. “You’re as good as dead,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from crying. “Reed Walton doesn’t have a soul. He is a ruthless Alpha who doesn’t hesitate to kill. I can’t imagine him being kind to a woman.”

"Her chuckle at my question worries me. "Grim is the leader of the underworld he takes souls that are evil. He will be thrilled to get them, "she looks at the scene of Roman and Amver as she begs for him to come to her. I feel a movement and look behind the moon goddess as a huge man steps into view. "Hello beautiful," he winks at me, and I quickly blush and look down. "Grim, stop teasing her she is pregnant and belongs to Roman",his chuckle makes me jump.

I replied, my eyes scanning over the faces of the werewolves in front of me. Count Gaius turned a hefty shoulder to motion towards the werewolves standing further back. "Let me introduce you to the werewolves of the Gravemaw Hounds. Presenting Lady Trisha Gravemaw, also known as the Luna Mother." he gestured to the tall and lean woman. "Next is Leon Gravemaw, also known as the Alpha Father," Gaius continued with a grand sweep of his hand towards the burly man standing next to Trisha. Leon nodded respectfully at me, his eyes radiated power and wisdom.

She led him with a solemnity that bade everyone else be quiet and grave, also, as he marked the forehead of the first Werewolf. Red went down the line, making a small cut on the pad of each member’s thumb, pressing it into his own corresponding wound, before applying it with small, sure strokes to their foreheads. “This will now mark them as dead, and grant you all of their given powers, for as long as the blood remains.” Grandma intoned. “So now, when you tell their leader that the Pack are all dead, you will not be lying. This will buy you some time.” Red nodded, saying nothing. There was nothing more to say.

She watched as his muscles rippled beneath his shirt as he walked, he had gray hair peeking out of his midnight black hair, he was really built and strong even at his age. "You were washed offshore, lying unconsciously on the ground,pale, you seemed dead" he said softly, raking his hair with his hand. "I was surprised to see you attacked me" He chuckled softly as he stared at her, his gray eyes raking her face. "You're a werewolf" Arayah stated sniffing the air deeply, the smell of wet dog stung her nostrils making her cringe. "And you're a Vampire" he stated with a tight smile, Arayah stood guarded as she stared at him, monitoring and counting when he would attack but all he did was take a

The full moon illuminated the scene, casting an eerie, silver glow upon the tragedy unfolding before our eyes. Amidst the chaos, the colossal monster turned its attention towards me, its eyes burning with an ancient malevolence. The anguished cries of our allies continued to echo in the background as it spoke, its voice a chilling growl that reverberated through the night. "You cannot defeat me, Melvin," it snarled, its voice carrying a haunting resonance. "No matter how many allies your wolf may bring, I am the perfect definition of an immortal werewolf. I cannot be killed. Your feeble attempts to stop me will be in vain."

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

he commands, looking at Roark. “We began climbing down the parapet wall one by one. I was at the rear end of the line, and when I noticed some commotion by the south wall, I hung back. I saw three figures emerging from somewhere underground. They were heavily cloaked, and hoods were covering their faces, but they were Werewolves.”

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.