Monster High Werewolves Novels & Stories

Mom hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “We suspect that there may be a powerful sorcerer involved,” Dad chimed in, his hands tightening around the steering wheel. “Someone who wields magic beyond our understanding.” I took a deep breath, trying to process this new information. A sorcerer? It was unheard of in our world, where werewolves and dragons were the dominant supernatural beings. The idea of facing a foe with such mystical abilities sent shivers down my spine, but I knew I had to steel myself for the challenges ahead.

With a determined sigh, he revved up his motorcycle and headed back to his mansion. As the days turned into weeks, Simon's determination to win Mara's heart only grew stronger. He immersed himself in research, spending countless hours pouring over ancient texts, scrolls, and documents that held the secrets of the supernatural world. He reached out to contacts from his past life as a vampire, seeking insights and guidance from those who had a deeper understanding of the intricate dynamics between werewolf packs and the centuries-old enmity between vampires and werewolves.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

But a few seconds passed, a bulk of memories from someone, of what happened in the past, had directly shared into my mind. My heart raced fast as I started to watch those memories like a film… There was a war that broke out between the humans and shifters–werewolves. It was raining that night, a couple ran in the middle of the forest, carrying their newborn child. They were being chased by human hunters. The couple shifted into their wolf forms to protect their child, but ended up getting killed as the silver arrows with a poisonous liquid on it got pierced to their hearts. The female werewolf tried to caress her little daughter for one last time, but before her hand could reach her, her he

I insisted. “On what.” “Werewolves,” I blurted out, standing up while staring at him. I did not miss the slight parting of his lips before he masked the surprise with concern. “Werewolves? Are you a fan of one of those werewolf horror movies? To be honest, I do like them a lot too. They’re better than the mushy romances teenagers are always writing about us.” “Us?” “Humans, and also werewolves, demons, angels.”

Once a member of a Hunters family turns eighteen, generations of knowledge get passed down in the form of rigorous training and drilling of the rules, whether or not they want to participate in this brutal business. These modified rules have been created into a moral code amongst themselves that must be followed at all times. While simple, the code covers many situations. ~Hunters only hunt werewolves who harm humans as long as there is proof. ~Hunters do not kill younger werewolves, particularly children. ~Hunters do not kill humans. ~Hunters have to follow the "honours code" to end their own life if bitten by a werewolf. ~Not all hunters follow the code.

I shiver inside uncontrollably. Something about that promise feels so… fucking intimate. He releases my scruff to stroke a hand down my neck to my throat. “I see you in there, little Wolfie,” he whispers, his intense eyes holding mine. “I know your wolf has already taken over but we will help you regain control.” Finally, his soft voice soothes some aches deep inside me. Untill I remember his name. Thaddeus Munster. The monster who slaughtered his mate. His eyes narrow as though he can read my mind.

I unstalled it quickly and had it open no more than barely enough to look through. What I saw made me shudder. fires burned in the streets. Black-helmed men moved between buildings with a presence too large—to too utterly big—to be mere bandits. The air rang with screams of human beasts And then I beheld them. Werewolves. Not the usual wolves, but giant red-eyed beasts with speck-covered glowing fur and blood. Werewolves. I struggled to gasp, as finally realization caught up. No bandit raid, this time. War had come to Green Hills.

I said, only a little sarcastic. “The only monsters in my house are you and me, and I can’t fit under your bed,” he said in a bland tone. “Har-har.” I mocked him. I didn’t want to think of myself as a monster, even if I was. “The most common in this particular city are Demons, Gargoyles, Vampires, and Witches. Werewolves do roam around here every now and then, but they like more open space for when they shift,” he continued like there had been no banter between us.