I Was A Teenage Werewolf Lyrics Novels & Stories

“No. No. no no no. That’s not going to happen.” I glanced at the five of them and continued with a straight face. “I know guys are superhot and any sensible girl will want in, but I’m a hormonal teenager who has been keeping her virginity for her mate. And he's my mate.” I pointed at the werewolf, and he nodded his head. I tilted my head and stared at him in shock. “I expect you to do more than just nod! Claim me like you claimed my wolf!” I nearly screamed those words at him but managed to hold myself back and decided to observe instead.

This is a nightmare, right out of my teenage diaries, when I spent every day wishing I was a werewolf. "I can't do this," I say, finally covering my face with both hands. My heart is beating out of my chest. I’m that 14-year-old girl again, who was not good enough to be a werewolf, not good enough to be a pack member. "If you think I’m your mate, just reject me, I'll reject you too, and we can move on with our lives." "You can't seriously say that," he says, stepping back with a look of horror on his face.

Aiden softly asked, a visible hint of worry in his voice. Tears began to swell up in my eyes. “I’m a monster,” I choked out, my voice filled with despair and hopelessness. “I’m not a human anymore… I’m not a werewolf either… I’m not… I’m not…” Aiden pulled me into a tight embrace. I clutched my fur-covered arms, a sole reminder of the wolf within me that had failed to merge with me. It was both alien and strangely familiar, a constant reminder of how unlucky I am to be anything.

"I am sorry." Rori leaned forward in her seat in the standard bus, trying to avert her face from the kid who was trying to draw her attention towards the picture he had painted on a plain white sheet of paper. She braced herself and began thinking of Drake, and when she was finally going to find the right time to tell him the truth about her identity as a werewolf. She knew he would be surprised to find out that she was a werewolf. Anyone would be! But, her love for him was too much to keep him in the dark even though she wanted him to remain there.

I mumble a low and soft 'sorry' after not hearing replies from my Mom. Mom just shrugs it off and she tries to invite me again with no avail. I just lower my face and apologize sincerely. Having my pack around me is the most suffocating thing in my life. They only know how to talk about other werewolves weaker and lower than them - and that's me.

The weight disappeared, and she tried to breathe in and out deeply to be able to regulate her breathing. The middle-aged man was sitting and observing the werewolf's corpse. And she still couldn't get rid of the terror, sitting in place and sobbing. Suddenly there was a hand holding a white cloth handkerchief to her. Accompanied by the voice of a teenager who sat down to comfort her, "Everything's fine. I'm here with you. You are safe. Don't cry. Are you injured anywhere?" She took the towel to wipe her tears, raised her head, and saw a teenage boy wearing glasses smiling at her, the whole face exuding an intellectual, gentle, and kind expression.

Tell me your secret, all of it. He sits and tells me plainly. Ishtar, I really am a Werewolf. And he howls to the moon, and we live happily ever after. I was crazier than I thought. I admitted it. It was hysterical. I slipped out of his bed and made my way across the big room. Even as I didn't try, I was panting a little.

The man's eyes looked so enchanted. "You're weak," says the wolf inside my head. "Yes, I am. I'm such a weak werewolf. I won't deny it!" I say, letting all the tears out. That gave me an adrenaline rush. Before, it was just curiosity. But right now, I feel myself much more. "There, there..."

A teenage werewolf who didn't seem able to stand up for himself. I wanted him to look back at the one chasing him. I wanted to learn something about what was happening. But I could only see what I was given. The teenage wolf started screaming while running as fast as he could. "Help! Help me... Can anyone help me out of here?" He cried as loud as he could. "I don't want to die... Please get me out of here..." I felt pain in my heart while he pleaded. But that pain turned to anger when a familiar voice spoke from behind.

’’ ‘’No, we are not doing that’’ ‘’Ok, we don’t know this guy, so make sure to not call out your names by mistake. ‘’Ok big boy. ’’ ‘’Shut up. ’’ I groaned in pain as I tried to sit up, and the murmurs reduced. ‘’He is awake. ’’ ‘’We can see that. ’’ ‘’I asked the questions. ’’ ‘’Why you?’’ ‘’Ok guys…focus’’ I opened my eyes clearly to see the situation in front of me as I recognized them. ‘’Rise and shine, big guy’’ The werewolf greeted