How Strong Is A Werewolf Novels & Stories

Luna's p.o.v "I love you for you, no particular reason, I love everything about you" he answered sincerely. "And my imperfections" I asked once more. "And your imperfections amor" he said with a sweet smile. "Are vampires stronger than werewolves?" I asked, I have been telling him the things on my mind and it been good. I feel relaxed around him, he is my second half. "Not really, it depends on the species or tribe, Lycans are way stronger than most vampires, and Garous are still competing against vampires, some ancient vampires are really strong but are rare, no theory states which is stronger" he explained.

Mayyyybe he shouldn't have said those cold things last time, but it wasn't like she gave him any choice! And now he didn't even know how to talk to her again! Let alone anything else. Struggled for another 10 minutes, and Edmund left the library quietly with his collar up and hat low. Just thinking about the afternoon got Edmund frustrated again as he poured alcohol down his throat like water. Buster pulled Edmund on the sleeve with a worried look -- he still couldn't talk. Edmund rolled his eyes: "Did you know? Werewolf's strength is 10 times a human, Buster."

Four months of pregnancy means I won’t be able to defend my pack. Werewolves carried their pups for four months before delivery. In those four months, they would remain weak and can only exert about 40% of their normal strength. However, it was unheard of that a pregnant she-wolf cannot shift. “I can’t say specifically. However, it might have something to do with the pup's genes. Being that you and your mate possess alpha blood. It is rare to see Alpha’s mate in the Werewoods. It is a gift from the moon goddess,” Hyde said contemplatively.

He said. “I don't think so.” Adriana responded. “You saw their faces, were those the faces of people who hate their alpha?” She asked. “Well, no.” Alpha Tristan responded with a helpless smile. “Exactly!” Adriana exclaimed. “That's because they respect you.” She said. “What if there are werewolves who hate me secretly?” He asked as they arrived at Alpha Tristan's mansion. “They can only hate you secretly because they know almost everyone loves you.” She replied. “And what's stopping them from leaving the pack if they hate you?” She asked. “Nothing!” She replied.

She followed them and made sure that she will not let them leave her sight. “These girls are stronger, compared to a regular human. They carried the guy like he's just a bag.” Cassadie thought.

I stopped. “You are not well.” I told him firmly. He pouted at me but I wasn’t having it. He will stay in that bed and get healed up and then I will give him a warning that he’s not allowed to scare me like that ever again. In fact, still thinking about him in that state with his eyes a ghostly jade and his pallor just looking like death was ready to take him home was really traumatic for me. Despite what humans like to think, werewolves are way stronger than vampires and vampires are pretty easy to kill if you know how to so seeing how close he was to death that day was something really terrible for me and I don’t ever want to have to see that again.

My legs were barely steady, my hand shaking violently against the wall. I parted my lips and they shook. Years ago, werewolves and demons had gone to war. It was a power imbalance. They claimed to be more powerful than us, so they deserved to rule over us. Werewolves had claws, supernatural strength, and a strong sense of smell, but that was it. Demons, on the other hand? They had a strong sense of smell, they were strong—even stronger. Their eyes glowed red in their true form. They could drain a werewolf’s strength just by touching them, making them powerless.

Sure, a werewolf was stronger than a vampire, but they still had speed and agility on their side. Qualities that were handy in a fight... Only an alpha could ever face a vampire alone and match its speed, but Levi had been the only wolf I'd ever heard of that could take on several of them alone. But then again, Levi's wolf was Bloodlustled and was probably in a deadly league of his own.

My heart lodged in my throat. Christian’s fists balled at his sides. “Say that again.” They stood there like two lions locked in a silent challenge. Neither moved. The tension snapped and stretched until it felt unbearable, like the moment right before lightning strikes. I stood frozen between them, knowing damn well Christian was stubborn enough to fight this guy, and worse, reckless enough to lose. And I knew what this man was, what he really was. A really strong werewolf, stronger than alphas.. He could kill us both without blinking.

“No, it’s okay, Mommy! Nobody’s mean to me. They can’t bully me anyways, ‘cause I’m the strongest and the fastest and the powerfullest!” He showed off the muscles in his little arms to make me smile, but I was even more worried now. Power, speed, and strength far beyond the others around him – those were all werewolf traits.