Hazbin Hotel Werewolf Novels & Stories

"And it's worse than any of you could have imagined." Me and Arnold exchange worried glances, their brows furrowed with concern. But I can see the determination burning in the eyes of the witch, and it looks like the same determination that's been driving us forward ever since this nightmare began. "What is it?" Arnold asks, his voice edged with impatience. "What's wrong with her?" The witch hesitates for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts before plunging into the depths of her darkest secrets. "Hazel has been infected by a Dire werewolf. That, or she has their blood in her roots." she says finally, her words landing like a sledgehammer in the silence that follows.

He enjoyed the attention. “I’m tired of keeping the boy in the dark,” I said. “It’s for his own safety. Zach, there are werewolves and vampires in this town. Rafael is a blood sucking vampire.” Rafael’s face changed, veins lining the skin below his lower eyelids became visible, gray-ish under pale skin. He opened his mouth wide, flashing long sharp fangs at me. Hannah screamed, standing and pulling Zach into her arms. She staggered back and made him stand behind her.

Hazel asked "I'm sure he'll understand eventually." Hailey said "It's been almost two years, when is he going to let go?" Hazel asked "Sweetheart don't keep it in mind. I'm sure he'll come around eventually." Hailey said "When? What am I even saying? Even you were mad at me." "Hazel baby." "Excuse me mom." Hazel said walking away. Hazel Maximilian was not like the rest of the family, yes she was a wolf but also a witch. She was supposed to be a vampire but she wasn't, instead she was a witch not just any witch she was a seer.

he smiled brightly. "Thank you and please, you all can call me Hazel," I said. "Well, it's my pleasure to meet you, Luna Hazel. I'm Duncan, the number 2 Zeta of the Wolf Pond pack." A sexy ginger hair man took my hand and kissed it. My cheeks were now as red as his hair. Were there any ugly werewolves? I shook off my blush. "Let's just focus on Carson." The atmosphere around us got grey, as everyone's attention fell to Carson.

I asked, annoyingly confused. “Because this dear Zahir you see before is an age old species who converted into a werewolf…” Kaltain yelled and stopped Mayavi from giving any more information. “Mayavi! Do your job. You have messed up enough playing with them, giving them chances. Not anymore. Take that convert’s son and sacrifice him.” Zeve parted from me and looked at Mayavi, “don’t even dare lay your filthy fingers on Polaris.” There was a strange reverberation in her voice, as if two people were speaking in complete sync.

SIERRA’S POV “Are you ready for your birthday?” I took a glance at my friend, Shelly, who was more excited than I was. My eighteenth birthday will be held in 2 days' time. And I am a bit nervous about what will happen that time. I will shift to a werewolf form and I will be able to meet my wolf. That time also, I might be able to meet my mate. In which I hope there will be Asher, my boyfriend of two years already. He is my first love, and, of course, he is the Alpha’s son, and me, Sierra Marie Finnegan, the Beta’s only daughter. Since it was obvious that Asher and I had a romantic relationship, everyone was expecting that we would be mates. Everyone believes that we are perfect future leader

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.

HAZEL I've never yearned for death, but today, my very soul screams for it. The wolf within me thirsts for our demise. She's a fuvking psychopath, and clearly unstable. She seems intent on getting us killed today. Why would she make such a reckless decision as to sleep in the Alpha's bed, especially considering the Brute wolves' reputation for aggression? His low menacing growl from the doorway is enough warning I feel to my very core. But all it does is draw a little whine of irritation from my suicidal wolf.

Damien asked, a little smirk playing across his lips. "Too late. My friends and a few others now knows about you. So get ready to die soon," "I am a vampire, I cannot be killed," Demian challenged, his brows arching as he teased her. "Even if you can't be killed, at least a bite from a werewolf should put you in a sorry state," Hazel bluffed before sinking her jolted teeth into his arm. Because she was a Werewolf, she used her bite as an advantage to get over him. When she noticed he was a little bit feeble, she snatched the ring off his finger and tried dashing off but he materialized at her front and struck her hard on the face.