Husky Werewolf Novels & Stories

I shrug it off, concentrating on the book in front of me. “The Werewolf Caste System consists of the Alpha, Beta, Delta/Gamma, Healers and Guardians, Warriors (Sentinel, Hunters, Scouts), and Omegas. Everyone in the pack has a role to portray and a responsibility to uphold. The Caste System was designed to ensure the survival of the pack and assume peace and order within.” Survival of the pack…? Does this mean werewolves also tend to invade territories just like how humans colonize other countries? If that happens, then the invaded pack may cease to exist and their territory will be overrun by the invaders.

The frantic pounding of my heart grows ever so violently against my chest. I can feel the frigid warmth of their body heat ricocheting through me; like an ironic joke compared to the ice-cold shiver consuming my entire body. I can’t move, I can’t think, and I can’t breathe. Like I'm stuck, paralyzed from the head down. Could it be the wolf shifter from 7 years ago? Is this really my last day? But even if so, I decide I will not go down without a fight.

The one on the right instructed, and the wolf obeyed and returned to his human form. He was young, maybe seventeen, if I had to guess. His eyes narrowed at John and then passed him to Shu and me. His hand reached up to wipe the blood from his nose where Shu’s claws had cut him. Unlike a traditional cat’s scratch that wouldn’t affect a werewolf, hunter companions have been specially bred to have stronger claws. “You are trespassing. State your names and business.” The last old man commanded. John folded his arms. “I am Beta John Kinsley Jr of Bloodmoon, and this is my mate Beta Sarael Kinsley. Your boy there..” John nodded at the boy.

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”

“Forget it, I might not have believed certain things if I had not seen them. I know you won’t believe me either when I tell you that those were not regular wolves. There are werewolves in this town.” “So, it’s true.” Zach said. “They really exist. Are there vampires and ghosts in the forest?” “What are you talking about?” Hannah asked. “Are you serious now?” “I thought you knew it and were trying to hide it from us,” I told Hannah. “How did you live here all those years and never saw any. Leon is the werewolf I saw that.” “If I wasn’t in so much pain, I’d laugh. Stop being ridiculous, Emilia. You have been acting crazy ever since we got here.”

Well, it's time to see what we were prepared for . Upon arrival, Pasha quickly found a place where a pack of feral werewolves settled down and we moved out. Naturally, Michael went with us. Pasha remained in the helicopter, since chemists do not take part in the battles.

It was either she disappears and go into the city or go back to the cabinet her mother had made for days like this. The crush of leaves grew louder until the Alpha finally stepped into the narrow band of moonlight. Maria lost count of the werewolves who had paid them a dreadful visit. They wore rough clothes, leather and wool, stained, worn, and filthy. With them was a werewolf wielding a bow, an arrow nocked and aimed. He was dressed like the rest in pants and boots, his hair a tangled mess alongside the eye patch that he wore proudly. “They don’t look like they have anything to say,” a man with a flat nose said.

I had a driver's license, he drove someone's car, he said - we need to take the woman and the girl to another city. Well, you have to, you have to. The car, Moskvich, was filled to capacity with their things, and I drove them, then I returned back, but three days later we returned to the flock. A little more than a year has passed, Aidar again approached me: Can you help? Well, why not help? Here we already drove by car two days before another town, and again I figured out which of the werewolves in the area was seen. He went into the house, said that he would come down in a couple of minutes, and a little wolf cub ran up to the same entrance, smiled at me sunnyly and went there too.

I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick. The wolf’s eyes left Duncan for a fraction of a second, flicking over to my face. I held back a gasp, another glimmer of recognition hitting me square in the chest. No, this couldn’t be that wolf. It had been years since I’d last seen it. It was impossible. Faster than Duncan could scream, the wolf lunged. Its teeth sank into his shoulder, slicing through muscle and bone. He dragged Duncan out kicking and screaming, into the night where his cries continued without faltering.

The other two wolves emerged from behind the mansion, their fur a darker, more foreboding shade that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. The three wolves padded towards Nicholas, their eyes fixed on their Alpha with a deep, unwavering loyalty. As they drew closer, they fell into step before him, their howls merging with his in a chorus of sorrow and defiance. Together, the four werewolves stood as one, their voices echoing through the night, a testament to their unbreakable bond and their shared commitment to their pack.