Loup Garou Novels & Stories

Azriel’s eyes snapped open, locking onto a pair of glowing, predatory eyes in the darkness beyond the window. Lupari. Shape-shifters sworn against his kind, wolves in form but cunning in mind. He had encountered them before, and he knew their reputation—they were swift, relentless hunters, and tonight, they were bold. Without hesitation, Azriel flung open the carriage door. His body hit the ground with feline grace, fangs bared, muscles coiled and ready. The Lupari surged toward him, snarling, teeth gleaming in the moonlight. Azriel’s hearing caught every sound: the snapping underbrush, the distant rustle of a predator circling, the uneven breath of the horses behind him. Each noise told a s

“The blood wolf is a hybrid, made from two different monsters, both violent and bloodthirsty, the loup-garou and the vampyr. It craves blood constantly and can never be appeased. It's a being so powerful that the native tribes start worshiping it as a god. It’s not until a coven of witches stand up against the blood wolf and put it down with a spell that the land is freed of its evil.” He looks up at me, and I swallow hard. What have we done?

Part of him wanted to turn into a wolf, but he refused. Suddenly, from behind the Rogues, another Rogue appeared. He was different from all the Rogues who had attacked him. His body was more robust and larger. His fur was silver, a very rare color. He didn't look like a Rogue at all. His eyes were also different. Rogue had black-brown eyes, while the new Rogue had orange eyes. This was the first time Lyall had seen those eyes. But the wolf was definitely Rogue, as its scent was strong.

Something that had not walked this world in centuries. A True Alpha. Not chosen. Not crowned. Born. He had been one in a million the moment he took his first breath. The night of his birth, the moon split the clouds and turned silver-black. Wolves howled in terror. Vampires felt their blood kneel inside their veins. The elders called it an omen. The priests called it heresy. His mother had screamed as the midwives fell to their knees. Because when he was born, he didn’t cry.

My hands drew into fists, and my brows jerked with a frown as I confusedly searched the walls of the bathroom, my mind scorching and wondering what was wrong with my hearing. ‘Line them up!’ I jumped hard, but my toilet saved me from falling. ‘Get out! Get out, you cunts!’ The voices snarled, and I swiftly gripped both sides of my head while my lips spilled words I could not comprehend until my ears managed to pay attention to them. ‘The Lycan owns your soul!’ A nasty feeling trickled down my spine and shifted my throat with inner disgust and an overpowering presence that made me cower. ‘Know your fucking place!’

Her body became numb at the sight before her. She could not move and her hands became chilled cold. Her mouth opened and closed creating a whiff. She gasped at the horrifying creature that now stood before her. The man was transforming into something she never thought she'd imagine. His fingernails elongated, pure black. His head having the ear of an animal she couldn't fathom, his side teeth also grew longer than the rest, like canines. His eyes turned pure black and his body started having furs. He crouched below and before she knew it, he turned to the animal she never expectef. He was a loup-garou

I wanted to be dead and I wanted to be dead now because this pain was unbearable and it was cruel. "You stole my mate," Luca ground out as I felt a jolt in my side where he forced the knife and I could see my blood pooling at my feet as I moved my hand over the wound. He then forced the knife into my stomach and dragged it down before pulling it out and put it against my throat. His eyes were now charcoal and his claws were making an appearance. He put his lips against my ear and whispered, "you tried to steal my pups, murder my best friend and ruin my pack. You kidnapped two innocent children and you are one sick man."

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.