How To Become A Real Life Werewolf Novels & Stories

"What do you think you'll transform into this time?" His two friends laughed loudly. "A flea wolf!" "A forest rat!" "Hahaha!" Raven gritted his teeth. It hurt. Not from the push. But because they might be right. Tomorrow was a very important day. The Blood Moon Festival only happens once every five years. On that night, the moon's energy reached its peak. Teenagers who had turned eighteen would undergo a ritual to awaken their true powers. Some became Betas. Some became Gammas. A few talented ones might even become Alphas. It all depended on each werewolf's abilities.

“Big ones. Weird ones. This town’s thick with them. Late runs. No one says a thing. I got a buddy who said he saw one stand up.” “You’re high,” I said, because that was our ritual. “Not today,” he said, and something in his voice made me believe him. “Listen. I know a guy who knows a guy who runs with them. Not Sage Moon. The other kind. Off-grid. If you want to… I don’t know, be one of them? He says it happens. If you pay. If you take the pain.” Two facts tried to occupy my head at the same time. One: Wolves are real. Two: You can become one.

“I want to know all the options.” “Under the full moon,” Rhett set his kit onto the table and began to arrange the pieces out onto the tray. He was uncomfortable with the conversation. “After a ceremony in which you agreed to be our mate, all three of us will bite you, breaking the skin in order to leave a claiming mark. That is a formal acknowledgement of you as our mate.” “That’s it?” She was surprised. “That will make me a werewolf?” Rhett’s cheeks flushed. “No, it’s not just that,” he said with discomfort. “That is just… getting married. That’s just the werewolf marriage ceremony. There’s like a potion which we are supposed to drink before we bite and a spell to turn humans.”

“Complicated.” I offered him a small smile. “Very.” “How is it done? Do you have to bite them, as the lore states?” This was the question I’d been dreading, and therefore it took me much longer to respond. “No.” He waited patiently for me to continue. When I knew he wasn’t going to let up, I gave in again. “The Change is performed through an injection. Human blood has to fuse with werewolf blood in order for the process to be successful.”

Mark walked into my room, interrupting my thoughts. He looked at me with his usual stoic expression before saying, "The competition will continue. The final trial will be an arena fighting match between the remaining girls in their werewolf form." My heart sank as I heard those words. I am a vampire, I cannot transform into a wolf. I could feel my fear building up inside of me. How could they expect me to compete in a form that I didn't have? I felt like I was going to be sick.

"If Lona can prove she's a werewolf with diligence and be willing to contribute to the pack, he'll accept Lona." I listened to Uncle David's words, sighing in my heart. I was a really energetic person, I worked hard and studied hard but I was not sure if I was a werewolf with enough skill and energy. The most difficult thing was that I didn't know what I could do to contribute to the wolf pack. Their lives were different from human lives. I was not even sure I could adapt to life in the wolf pack. "Uncle David, I'm not sure." I said bewildered.

No one wanted to stay in the pack as humans. I learned that there were two ways to become a wolf-shifter in our world. One was to be born to wolf-shifters, and the other was in the Ceremony of Making, similar to vampires. However, with vampires, born vampires were dhampirs, different than vampires. But true vampires were made.

My pack's name is Pearl moon pack, which is second largest pack around. Yes! You heard it right, we live in packs because we are werewolves. And No! We are not fictional or fantasy as humans consider believing. We are real. WE. EXIST. Werewolves are supernatural beings, with supernatural powers. We have this ability to transform ourselves into wolves, we are born with. We connect with our wolves once we are 12 or 13 of age, and then can transform at the age of 15 or 16. My wolves name is Ara.

She has to know that I will come back for her and give her the fake papers I made for her, in case she needs to pick up and leave at a moment’s notice. I sat with Aiden and his family. Canary and Sin join us. Rebel and Austin of course are gracious and clear that the human world cannot know about our kind. They hear stories but it’s all folklore. “Is there a way to become a werewolf?” Canary asked. I smirked, “Why? You wanna be one now?” “Would that be so bad?” she replied seriously. “Wait, you want to be a werewolf?” I asked and then I looked at Sin, “What about you?”

In the community, three simple truths are hammered into us from childhood. The first is that we can change our hypostasis only after passing the rite of initiation, after we reach the age of eighteen. The ceremony itself is quite simple, and there have never been any difficulties in conducting it. The leader of the pack, or an alpha close to him, watches how the wolfdlak is thrown for the first time, and makes sure that the bestial essence does not prevail over the human mind. Otherwise, it may turn out just an ordinary wolf, and not a werewolf. And from the animal incarnation this will no longer be returned. No one controlled my initiation, and the fact that I was able to subdue the beast o