I Am Not A Werewolf Novels & Stories

the man asked, still looking worried. "Because I'm not afraid of you," I replied. "I just want to understand. Can you tell me more about being a werewolf?" The man sighed and took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Being a werewolf is not easy," he said. "It's a curse that has been passed down through my family for generations. Every blood moon, I transform into a wolf and lose control of my actions. It's a dangerous and violent time, and I always worry about hurting someone or causing harm. That's why I try to stay away from people during those times."

Finally he smiles wanly at me. " You are the first Elf who wouldn't be scared of me " All of a sudden I frowned. Who is an elf? Lycan must have been mistaken. " I'm a werewolf Lycan. my mum and dad are Werewolves " At my explanation he stood and frown. I caught the corner of his lips twitching before he shrugged. " Good " He mutters softly. " Well you are not afraid of me " " I'm only putting on an act Lycan. I nearly wet my pants when I first set my eyes on you "

“I had to show you. You needed to know.” “What are you?” I said. My words were small and sharp. “A demon? Some kind of monster? Let go of me and stop playing games.” He dropped his hand a little. His thumb brushed my wrist like it was an apology. “I am not a demon,” he said. “I am not a trickster. I am a werewolf.” I laughed. It came out raw. “A werewolf? That is the last thing I expected tonight. You must be joking.”

{obviously, I don't want to say this bluntly} . "Mate, tingle, seriously," he chuckled. "In my long speech, you only understood this alpha. Now I really wanted to know why you are 'the alpha king,'" I said playfully. He let out a hearty laugh and then shook his head while smiling. "You are something," he muttered. "I am an awesome living being," I clarified, and he again chuckled. "Living being, seriously," he asked me in amusement. "I am neither human nor werewolf and surely not a vampire," I said, and he again shook his head in amusement.

“My name is Lola; I am an orphan. Grew up in Minnesota, I have had multiple foster families over the years, but I never felt like I belonged. I turned 21 recently which meant I was finally allowed to decide for myself what I wanted to do. So, I decided I wanted to travel. I always loved nature so I thought it would be cool to visit the Tongass forest. It was cool until I got lost and ended up being chased and bitten by a maniac.” Noah’s eyes narrowed, “Wait you did not know werewolves existed?” “No, I thought they were just tales from stories.” He gazed into her eyes deeply like he was looking for something for a few minutes, “You are a werewolf yourself though. I can sense your wolf, but it

Chapter One Let me take a second to introduce myself. Hi I’m Ireland, yes like the Country. I am fairly tall for a girl about 5’7'' and about 140 lbs. I have light brown hair and eyes, nothing special. I was not abused by my parents or pack, spoiled, popular or bullied growing up. I was just me. I am very independent and very stubborn. I turned 21 today, yay me. Also I am a werewolf, a very strong one really but I choose to live human. It’s just safer for me that way. I have werewolf friends but other than the Alpha, Luna and pack doctor only 5 more people know I am a wolf. I do not live on pack lands but I work at a bar owned by the Alpha, The Howler. I know how original. Well that's it for

They were children, elderly wolves, and those who weren't ready for a battle yet. I didn't plan to stay with Cali. I had too made up my mind to help with the war, after all, my kind too was a part of it, and mostly my mom and my best friend. I was worried they were over the wall with the werewolf in human skin pretending to be one of us.

Cyrus raised his eyebrow, “no fucking way. You know what, don’t pretend I didn’t say it. Damn April, love you and I don’t fucking care if you’re like a witch with healing powers or an alien? I don’t care.” A witch or an alien, was that what he thought I was? I almost laughed out loud, if I hadn't been so scared to reveal the actual truth. "I am a werewolf. "

Then suddenly, it hits me. "Wait. I'm not a tribrid." I say. "Oh no?" He questions, almost sarcastically. "No. I'm not. So this entire tirade has been for nothing. I'm not the one from this stupid prophecy of yours. "Is that so?" He says coldly. "I know I share both a witch and werewolf side. But I'm not a vampire." I say, crossing my arms firmly across my chest. "I think I would know. Considering I don't drink blood and all that. Means that I can't be a vampire." I state, sparring a glance toward Darius.

Their eyes snap back into reality and they lock eyes with me. "Your a human. Meaning you can easily get hurt and you can't take pain. You can't fight in a war made for werewolves, you wouldn't last a minute. You won't be able to help us, you can't protect yourself, less a pack. You aren't fit to be a Luna. You aren't fit to be.."