I Was A Teenage Werewolf Novels & Stories

I took a moment to gather my thoughts before responding to Riabhel's question. "It has been a whirlwind of emotions and adjustments," I admitted. "Discovering that I am a werewolf and embracing my true nature has been both shocking and overwhelming. At times, it's still hard to believe that I have this incredible power within me. But with Kazimir and Kallum's support, and our pack, I've been able to navigate through it."

I was so young and naive but I luckily made it through. We don't deserve this. I was so happy when I first held him and we raised him so well, with love and all the care in the world. My baby was happy and outgoing like normal teenagers. Until his seventeenth birthday. I sometimes wish he could have remained as my little boy. It was supposed to be a beautiful day because nothing makes werewolves happy than the day they first shift, and when they find their mates. He was delighted to meet his wolf but it ended badly.

I asked with narrowed eyes. “Of course!” She replied with a slightly displeased expression on her face. “I know what a werewolf looks like y'know.” She said. “I am sorry if you feel offended by my doubt but being able to transform at the young age of seven is simply unheard of.” I said with a sigh escaping my lips. “That might be true but I knew what happened to me so I am telling you right now, that I did learn how to control my wolf powers at the age of seven.” She said with a confident look.

I was so excited. Candles were lit, beautiful scented flowers were well decorated in my house and even ribbons were tied at various places on that day. Soft music played in the stereo whilst people drank, ate and made merry. Sounds of laughter rang and everyone's faces were filled with smiles until tragedy struck like lightning that before I could realise what was happening, I became the youngest cursed teen werewolf in my pack accused of killing her own mother.

_Leah's POV_ Today was my eighteenth birthday. For most werewolves, it is the day we look forward to our entire lives—the day we first shift into our wolf. It is supposed to be magical, exciting, and life-changing. But for me, it was just another day. I was Leah, the omega, the one no one cared about. I was an orphan. I lost my parents when I was young in an accident. This only made things worse. I was used to feeling alone, forgotten by everyone in Alpha Kayden’s pack.

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.

I couldn’t go a day without it. ***NINE YEARS AGO*** I was almost fourteen, yet I looked much older than most kids my age. More than that, I felt older. Maybe it was because I had already been named Alpha of the Nightshade Pack at such a young age, or perhaps it was simply that werewolves grew faster. By then, I already looked like a seventeen-year-old.

Most werewolves start manifesting their powers by their 10th birthday. When I was 10, nothing happened. It made my mother livid, she broke everything in the house, cursing out a man only she knew. When I turned 16, I knew I would never be a wolf or have a mate, one of the gifts bestowed upon us by the Goddess. I learned to stay on my own, quickly becoming a target. Spending all my teenage life being bullied was horrible. It didn't help that my mom was sleeping with someone's mate. His children made my life hell.

Taurus boomed inside my head. Being a werewolf was already hard enough but now I had to be dealing with teenage boy problems. Oh Lord, please give me strength.

“My name is Lola; I am an orphan. Grew up in Minnesota, I have had multiple foster families over the years, but I never felt like I belonged. I turned 21 recently which meant I was finally allowed to decide for myself what I wanted to do. So, I decided I wanted to travel. I always loved nature so I thought it would be cool to visit the Tongass forest. It was cool until I got lost and ended up being chased and bitten by a maniac.” Noah’s eyes narrowed, “Wait you did not know werewolves existed?” “No, I thought they were just tales from stories.” He gazed into her eyes deeply like he was looking for something for a few minutes, “You are a werewolf yourself though. I can sense your wolf, but it