How Did Jacob Become A Werewolf Novels & Stories

Zayden. He was a titan among them. He didn't just fight; he dominated. With a single, powerful snap of his jaws, he sent the grey wolf tumbling across the clearing. But the other two wolves didn't retreat. They circled him, their eyes glowing with a feral, subordinate hunger. "Enough!" a voice boomed—not from a mouth, but seemingly from the very air. Kaelira watched, her knees knocking together, as the three attacking wolves began to... change.

"No, sorry. I was busy. What was it about?" "We think that we have found the first remains of a werewolf." She stops with what she is doing. She looks up at me with eyes wide and staring back at me and asks; "Did you say a wolf?" "No. I said a werewolf. The legend goes that there is a type of curse that happens to you. And that is when you change into a wolf on the full moon." She shakes her head as she replies; "That is not scientific at all. No one has ever found the existence of a werewolf."

I see them both lock eyes and have a look of utter shock on their faces. “MATE!” I hear them both say in unison. I look from one to the other and you can see that neither one expected to meet this way. Jacob is twenty one years old and I know that he had all but given up on ever finding his mate. Most wolves find their mates on their 18th birthday but so far Jacob hadn’t been so lucky. Who knew that he had been looking in the wrong place this whole time. Maybe the Moon Goddess has more than one reason for sending this girl to us.

I said and smiled. Confirming that it was Jacob, I mean the first time we meant, he was beaten up by the 5 years old me who have escaped the tragedy of my pack’s abolition and ever since that incident, I have disguised my eye colours and dressed as a boy so I cannot be associated back to the Healer Moon Pack, but it seems like those killers won’t let go until they get what they want. Just as me and Jacob was chatting, another werewolf from behind signalled for Jacob through the mind link before we broke our conversation and from that I knew that something was happening, and potentially it may have to do with something with the group of men following behind them.

However, once she was returned to Wolf world with Jacob when he was almost ten years old, Some Alphas, in front of him, hurt her to the worst that, she almost lost her life. On that day, his mother who was disappointed with his incompleteness in the experiment, watched the destructive being she had created. Jacob, a ten years old Alpha boy, torn four Alphas' throat, sucked their blood like grape juice. His half body transformed into a Vampire with a broken Wing. Another one was his Alpha Wolf, sharp fangs and claws. From that day, everyone knew their boundaries with him. And they thought he killed his Nanny too who was in bad shape.

When we finally settle into camp out the night, I situate myself next to Jacob. I’m not nearly as close to Jacob as I am to Axel, but he has always been open and honest with me when asked. And the questions I want to ask him, I know he will answer. Jacob was born and raised in the werewolf world. Though he was born without a wolf, his story is like all of us in Axel’s pack. Axel, in his ultima form, found us and chose us to be blessed with a wolf.

“So. . .if Jake can make an illusion like that and create a tea potion, then is he a witch?” “No. He’s a werewolf. He was supposed to be a witch. His mother was. She cheated on his father with a werewolf. When she became pregnant, she figured he would be a witch. Instead, he came out as a werewolf. Her husband forgave her for the adultery. Apparently, his father was no angel, either. They raised him to be a witch and hid his werewolf identity from the rest of the tribe as much as they could. Eventually, they couldn’t hide it anymore.” “Why not?”

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t

She must have been blackmailed or something, anything, but not on her own accord. “I talked to Jacob about this. We agreed to do this.” Lucianna said in a whisper. “Agreed.” I repeated in a weak voice. “Jacob is a mess right now down the Hall, Lucianna! If he agreed, its not what he entirely want.” Lucianna sighed. “Jacob killed a werewolf.” she stated. I frowned. “What? No! That’s a forest wolf, he himself described the corpse. I already told you about this. Did this traitor make up a new story? Don’t believe him!”

He started to dig them into me as he tried to rip my side out. I grabbed Jacob’s leg and moved my body into his. I pulled his claws out and felt my side being ripped wide open. I needed blood to try to repair the damage I had. I twisted Jacob’s leg and felt a satisfying snap. I couldn’t help but grin as I moved as quickly as possible and jumped onto Jacob’s back. I sank my fangs into his fur and felt the flesh underneath. I drank deeply of Jacob’s blood. I had never felt such energy from feeding. Was it because Jacob was a werewolf?