Mates Werewolf Novels & Stories

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

"Your Majesty...shall I give the anaesthesia. It will need to be stitched." He says taking out the supplies required from his bag ,when I show him my hand. "No need. Begin with the stitches directly." In us werewolves wounds heal themselves,but this was not the case. The rogue used wolfsbane coated silver knife and it took much longer to heal. He begins with the stitches , and I stay still.....no sign of pain on my face. The only things I could see were those dark beautiful emotionless eyes of mate. The orbs of my Vera.

He turned to Moses. “Young Master, you-” “Don’t call me that!” Scar barked softly, looking around. Memories of the past began to flood in, seeking to drown him within them. Moses was one of the werewolves under his father, Alpha Kol, those years back. Moses’s father was a beta, the head housekeeper at the time, and one of those who had been killed because they wouldn’t accept and subject themselves to the new leadership. Moses had somehow escaped, and later found his way here to join Alpha Toni where he was demoted to be a servant, an Omega, all to be closer with Scar.

He was going to be furious enough as it was…but if I didn’t figure a way out of this mess… SLAM. Fuck. They were back. I sighed inwardly, and called to him through the mind link… “...Gray…We have a problem….” ... I suppose the only real way to tell this story is to go back to the very beginning… My name is Marina, but everyone calls me Mari, and I am a werewolf, in the Silver Moon Pack. Before you go there, no, we don’t fight with vampires, no we don’t eat people, no we don’t only change on the full moon.., and no, to just about any other myth that you can think of.

His long nails ripped his eyes out and his screams died along with his body. Maya got up, she was stark naked now, maybe the werewolf tried to rape her and took her remaining clothes off. Maya was scared of the giant beast in front of her as she stepped back and tried to pick up her clothes but they were at a little distance. She hugged her knees to protect and hide herself as she waited for that giant beast to kill her too. But Marcellus after killing the werewolf, stood and watched her. Their eyes met and a flicker of familiarity ran in Maya's body. she felt like she saw those eyes before. Why did it feel like they were the same ones she saw before? She wondered.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

SIERRA’S POV “Are you ready for your birthday?” I took a glance at my friend, Shelly, who was more excited than I was. My eighteenth birthday will be held in 2 days' time. And I am a bit nervous about what will happen that time. I will shift to a werewolf form and I will be able to meet my wolf. That time also, I might be able to meet my mate. In which I hope there will be Asher, my boyfriend of two years already. He is my first love, and, of course, he is the Alpha’s son, and me, Sierra Marie Finnegan, the Beta’s only daughter. Since it was obvious that Asher and I had a romantic relationship, everyone was expecting that we would be mates. Everyone believes that we are perfect future leader

Quent sat up straighter, the teacher in him excited to for the lesson. "The Werewolf is a hybrid of human and wolf that has been around since the dawn of mankind. The exact origins are unknown, despite many origin stories. When in wolf form, we maintain our human size and cognitive abilities. When in human form, we maintain a wolf's senses. There is also a transitional stage between the two that we can enter. In our everyday lives, we are stronger, faster, and heal more quickly." "Do you change on the full moon? What happens to your clothes when that happens? And if you bit me, would I become a wolf too?" Chloe asked, her questions spilling out like water from a pitcher. "What about silver?"

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.