I Was A Teenage Werewolf Lyrics Novels & Stories

I stared in disbelief at the transformed figure before me, my wolf instincts temporarily overshadowed by a mix of surprise and confusion. I took a step back, my growls subsiding, and mustered the words that tumbled from my bewildered mind. "Are you... a vampire?" I asked, my voice laced with uncertainty. The young werewolf, now known as Zack, shook his head emphatically. "No, I'm not a vampire. I'm like you, a werewolf. My name is Zack." Werewolf? The revelation echoed in my mind, colliding with my preconceived notions.

“Who are you? What do you want?” He stepped closer, his voice low, dripping with threat. “I’m your worst nightmare, Isabella. I’m here to end you.” My heart stopped, fear choking me as he lunged, his body shifting in a blur of muscle and fur. Claws gleamed, his eyes glowing yellow—a werewolf, mid-transformation, teeth bared. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn’t move, my body betraying me as he closed the distance. A scream caught in my throat, my vision blurring with panic. This was it—I was going to die.

Closing my eyes, I rushed my words, “The pictures had you and some of them had this big black scary wolf, I don't know. When I asked him why he was showing it to me, he said it was you. That you were the big black scary wolf. He said you are a werewolf”

Suddenly I felt so cold, a shiver, as I stopped running, I stared at the glass beside me. A big red wolf is staring at me. My face isn't there anymore. " Yes look closely, that is us! Look how powerful are we now! " I got closer to the glass as I kept staring. " We need each other, we need each other to survive, they killed you and killed me, we have the same enemy, the werewolves. " The voice in my head continued as I kept crying in a voice isn't mine. It's for a wolf. I'm a werewolf.

The teenage boy asks in a monotone voice, like he'd rather be doing anything right now than taking our orders. "Strawberry milkshake for me." That's all the girl says and the boy nods, he turns to me. "And you?" He asks. "Same," is all I say, and he gets out of our heads. I turn back to the girl and say, "You said what?" "I said she was kidnapped by the blood moon pack." She repeats slowly, and I veer back as confusion washes over me. "So you're a—" "Werewolf." She finishes, and I press my lips together.

Nikki’s heart beats faster, its intensity feeling like it’s about to break out of her ribcage. “We’re telling you the truth, Nikki. You’re a werewolf.”

My heart was so heavy, I didn't know tears were flowing out of my eyes like a waterfall, I was still fighting myself, in disbelief that I had left her to die all alone in cowardice. "Hey you!" someone called and I looked up to see a pack of Werewolves. "Does some girl live in this house, we are looking for the blood of Leah?" he asked. With every strength in my body I lifted myself up, and wobbled my back hurting. "Leah's not here." I growled "Did you see any vampires?" They looked at each other and laughed "Do you know who we are?" They moved closer and each step they took felt like a threat, I shriveled in fear. "We are rogue wolves who have come to take our share of banewood...you are a l

“It’s your birthday tomorrow”. He said to me holding my arms around his body. I was leaning on his shoulder with my head buried at his back, I can feel his breath as he touched me with his hands, so cold, I can feel his icy palm as he touched my waist. I was intoxicated, in love, yes I was yet anxious about tomorrow. I was lost deep in thought of what becomes of my new age some hours to complete my eighteenth birthday. I was indeed in a fury of what becomes of me after now, turning into a teen wolf is something every werewolf family wanted from their offspring.

“How could you not want that with him? I mean imagine him…” That’s the problem! I do imagine him tying me to the bed with silk ties and I’m blindfolded completely at his mercy. My brain has no problem joining in on my body’s cravings. I groan, shaking my head desperate to dispel the vivid images. “You’re eighteen!” I gasp. She rolls her eyes. “Turning nineteen. I’m also a werewolf just like you and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. We all know how sexually active our species are. Try again.”

Zakira moans again as my semen started filling up her asshole. After a whole minute, Zakira finally stopped convulsing as I poured the last few drops of my cum inside her. I collapsed on the bed lying side by side with her. She turned to me and put her hand across my chest with her hand on my shoulder before closing her eyes momentarily. “So are you finally ready to tell me what you are?” Zakaria asked, hands still on my chest and her head on my shoulder. “Because you’re obviously not a human.” “I’m a werewolf.”