I Was A Teenage Werewolf Novels & Stories

I know fully well that a werewolf is able to shift after their 17th birthday. That was one of the things that gave me hope when I was not yet sixteen. I used to think that my parents assumption and predictions were wrong, I used to hope that my wolf would be awakened after my 16th birthday but then when that day came and passed, nothing happened. I was broke completely and gave up, I was then certain that my parents were correct, I was just a useless human offspring of a werewolf, a disgrace to the Alpha of the Half Moon pack, that was my identity.

And I’d be honest, things weren't always this bad. It all changed when I turned 16. Turning 16 was a great day for a werewolf as that was the coming-of-age day for us, and that was the day everyone would get their wolf. However, I waited and waited like everyone else until the last day of that year but I still didn't get a wolf. I recall crying hard every night and begging the goddess not to humiliate me because being passed as an omega maid was already bad enough, but being a runt…my life would ultimately become a hell-hole. Yet nothing…happened.

I spoke to my peers and that is when I knew I was different. The bloodthirsty was undeniable. Of course, in school, we learned about other supernatural species. So I knew that I was exhibiting symptoms of vampirism. That triggered my rage and I shifted into my wolf at an earlier age. I was only thirteen when I had my first shift.

Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it. I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight. Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notoriou

And now, I lost everything. The truth is, I am a werewolf. When I was young, I always fantasized about finding my mate. The one who is fated for me. It's one of the most fundamental things for a werewolf besides being part of a pack. I lived my life looking forward to the day I could meet the girl of my destiny. When I got to high school, I got the pressure to see girls like other guys as puberty hit home. I thought that I would have fun and not let anything get serious in case I met my mate.

My father was among the top-class richest men in Lycaonia, and he dreaded the werewolves like death. The humans stayed away from them, never getting involved with whatever they did except for intertrading. But Ava wouldn’t want to know; she caused trouble as long as I was going to get involved. I rose to fame two years ago. When Ava had stolen a storybook while at college. It happened that the book belonged to the werewolves. The owner reported to her father, who ordered Ava should be beaten up. I had taken those strokes for her after her mom persuaded Father to force me to do it.

My eighteenth birthday was less than a week away, and with it would come transformations that would make it impossible to pretend I was just a normal girl with normal problems. For now, though, I was still Calla Merrin, beloved daughter of Mom and Dad, senior at Willow's End High School, best friend to Maya, and keeper of ordinary teenage secrets. The werewolf part—the part that belonged to Anya and Thorne's world and ancient bloodlines—could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I just wanted to be their daughter for a little while longer. When Maya arrived later that evening with her promised ice cream and popcorn, I was sitting on my bed trying to figure out how to explain the unexplainable. She

And in an instant, I had turned to a werewolf. At 8 years old, I had transitioned seeing my parents lying in their own pull of blood and the people around... I growled and lunged at them. In the end, everywhere was blood. ******************************************************************************** I jolted up from sleep, soaked in a sea of my sweat. Taking heavy breaths to steady myself, I stared out in the open. Staring at nothing in particular, eyes wide like a security man’s flash light. Fuck. The nightmares are back. *************************************************************************************

At barely this age, he was already showing signs of being a werewolf which was a transformation that usually happens after the eighteenth birthday. The only thing they were supposed to have was the advanced sense of smell until they were eighteen. Tears stung my eyes at his struggle but I held it in. I pulled him closer, trying to shield him from the world’s cruelty. “It’s because you’re special…” I began, wanting to boost his confidence. “You say that all the time!” Harry replied, sounding both frustrated and stubborn. I smiled gently and pulled him onto my lap. “Because it’s the truth. Anyone who calls you a monster is just jealous of your ability. You’re a werewolf, and what you’re experi

It felt like my mind was connected to the strange force inside of me. “Yes Evelyn, I have been dying to meet you, I apologize for the delay”. I heard other werewolves meet their wolf as early as ten to twelve years old but when I passed the age and I didn’t still get my wolf I was deemed wolfless and ranked a wolf less omega, the lowest of the low. I was devastated and the members of the pack bullied me more. I couldn’t believe I have a wolf too my heart leaped in joy.