I Was A Teenage Werewolf Novels & Stories

"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.

He was silent for a full minute. "Whoever your biological parents were, Mum and Dad are still your family. They love you as much as they love me. We can find out your parents' information later, I promise. There's something else I want you to know right now." His brown stared at me expectantly, while part of my brain has processing the information that just came out of his mouth He looked at me fixedly with his brows furrowed "Cara, I'm a Werewolf."

I needed to kill as many werewolves as I could to atone for what lived in me. I was eighteen when I met my mate. I was tracking a werewolf and I had intel that he was at the local high school. I enrolled myself as a new student and went in, intending to locate him and then eliminate him. Turns out he was the one that was my mate.

Twenty Years Ago…. Being a sixteen-year-old werewolf certainly had its perks and the top of the list was not having any pimples or zits. Having flawless skin while being a teenager was the best relief because when I looked at the rare human in my school, I nearly shuddered with revulsion. Yeah, vanity is a real thing for me.

) He wonders to himself however. 'Boom!' a large explosion goes off sending tree chunks at him. "Wwwwwwwaaaaaarrr!" The wolf cries out as it evades the chunks swiftly. "Haaaaaaaaa, you won't make this easy for me will you.... Huh Jason?" A girl's voice came from behind the destroyed tree. (Clara!) He yelled in his mind his fangs showing hostility towards his childhood friend. The red haired girl stepped up and watched as the wolf ran away again "Even as a werewolf you're still weird" a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again.

Trixie's point of view It had been a total of four days now since I had found out about the existence of werewolves and that I might be one as well. I had been missing school and avoid my friends werewolf and human alike and my Alpha werewolf boyfriend. I keep searching for my old social worker that brought me to my parents when I was just a baby. When I requested more information the department of children's services had nothing but said anything that was not in the file may be remembered by the social worker.

"I guess I should tell you how my life was before I came here." "I thought I was their real son. They never told me I was a werewolf. I knew they were vampires but I always thought I was a late vampire. When my 16th birthday came along, I turned into my wolf, Gage. They told me about you guys. They told me how you didn't want to leave me. They even told me about Uncle Parker."

I said, and Leah laughed. “Yeah,” she said “And it’ll get worse before it gets better.” “Being a teenager is hard for sure,” I said, remembering my own lonely teen years. “For sure,” Leah agreed as we walked out of the room and headed for the stairs, “Plus, he’s just turned fourteen, so the next couple of years are bumpy for a werewolf.” I guess my blank expression was enough for Leah to realise that I had no idea what she meant.

I feel the impact of every blow and kick they rained on me more than I would have felt if I had gotten my wolf. I'm not a normal werewolf you see. I'm a very late bloomer. Normally, the shifting age for werewolves is fifteen years. Sixteen for late bloomers. When I didn't shift at even seventeen years, I became the omega freak who is the butt of every joke. The stress reliever for every frustrated and the punching bag for every aggressive pack member, most especially those that called themselves my family.

She asked me softly. Still, unable to speak I just nodded once in response. What was I supposed to say to that revelation? For all I knew it was impossible for somebody to be able to turn into a werewolf. Of course when I was a teenager I had had a brief summer when my friends and I had been obsessed with Halloween movies and werewolves were a part of it but I never had thought that they could possibly be real.