I Was A Teenage Werewolf Novels & Stories

Because she was the only one who could prevent my elder son from killing my younger son. "Five Million!!", Now it's my turn to be surprised. When I would be lying if I say that I was just surprised in fact, I was shocked as well. I saw my son glaring at me and then his eyes zeroed on his wife. If looks could kill then the person who brought that bitch to this state would have been dead by now. "Five Million!! Oooh! This's too much. This's the highest bid amount for any werewolf which we had sold in the history.", The bidder said. "Five Million one, Five Million two...and sold."

Neither mafia nor werewolf. But… She had seen it all. That was why I had to spill it all. "I’m a werewolf.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

There was a red liquid chakra that comes out into my body along with the three tails that immediately sprouted in my butt. I grouched. Hands and feet on the ground as my claws and fangs emerged. Showing them my unusual kind of transformation as a werewolf, it leaves them both flabbergasted. “The Child’s Prophecy.” One of the wolves said. “No, that can’t be. How come we didn’t know about him in the first place?” I looked at them in extreme anger. In a split second, they were completely shocked when I was already out with a blink of their eyes.

he said to me, still smiling and looking at me lovingly. “Uhh, let’s just celebrate it privately, I don’t really fancy big parties all the time.” I replied, appreciating his party idea. “Hmmm, alright my love, if you say so.” He said, and he held my hands tightly. I pitied little Mabel, she was barely seventeen years old, and she as still a child who did not deserve these horrifying experiences. Well she was a werewolf, and we lived in the supernatural world, no experience was too tough or scary or harsh for a werewolf teenager, it was part of our everyday life.

“Yeah…” There’s a moment of silence where Millan thinks he has ruined the game but Weston’s chest vibrates again and Weston’s voice comes out low, barely a whisper. “I was sixteen. My parents had taken in a rog- a werewolf. He was hurt and they offered him shelter and food until he got back on his feet. I was sleeping in my room when I heard someone scream. When she screamed again, I realized it was my mother and I ran as fast as I could. I heard her scream again but then it stopped suddenly. When I entered their room- my room now- the window was opened and my parents were… laying on the bed. There was so much blood. They weren’t moving and I tried to… but there was nothing I could do.”

How is this my life? Sometimes, it feels like I was a carefree high school student just yesterday, brimming with dreams and the ache of unrequited love for my best friend. Things took a wild turn when she returned from summer camp, eyes sparkling with excitement and nerves, revealing that she was a werewolf and had found her mate in an older man. Yes, I still refer to Logan as an old dude—he’s twelve years older than us.

He inquired as he wrapped his hand around my shoulder and compelled me to walk into the blue-painted apartment. I was seventeen years old when i discovered that I’m a werewolf, it was quite funny when I started discovering some weird changes in my body; like I could easily hear and see things from a distant. When I told my parents about it they were excited to tell me the truth about me been a werewolf, and those were my wolf insitinct.

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.

And I bless the day she found me crying my lungs out in the woods. In a few days from now, I will turn sixteen. I shifted when I was ten, but the normal age for a werewolf to shift is fourteen. My grandmother and I have hidden it from everyone that I shifted at ten, and the most interesting and fascinating thing is that I am a white wolf.

Her mother stated before leaving the room with Broderick after kissing her forehead. “Ceremony huh?” The ceremony was a ritual, it was a kind of calling from the moon goddess to bestow gift to the person turning 18, it was like a catalyst for her to have her wolf. “I hope everything goes well” She muttered to herself before lying back to bed. *** In the evening. Finally, the awaited moment has finally arrived. The pack house which was the venue of the event was decorated grandly. Torches and lamps lighting the place with people full of smile on their faces.