Monster High Werewolves Novels & Stories

His laughter echoed throughout the valley and the mountains, as he was gigantic and his voice was as strong as he himself was. “Are you Alpha Felix’s brother? You are so strong and brave.” Alpha Gabriel asked. “You are right in identifying me. I am Alpha Felix’s brother.” He said. “You look so different from Alpha Felix. You don’t appear like a werewolf.” Alpha Gabriel asked again. “My mother was a werewolf, and she was the Luna of our pack, but she fell in love with a demon living in the mountains. I was born as a result of their love for each other. Alpha Felix was my stepbrother,” said the monster.

It was a place where supernatural beings thrived, hidden from the prying eyes of the human world. Tiffany's mind was buzzing with excitement as she thought about the upcoming party her family was planning. It was a special occasion, a celebration in honor of the Montgomery Clan, one of the most respected and influential werewolf families in the area. The Montgomery's had recently welcomed a new addition to their family, and the O'Hearn's wanted to throw a grand party to show their love and support.

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

Putting the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, she turned the shower on. Because of the excitement, she was ready in fifteen minutes. She sat in the living room, going through her F******k news feed. It was boring as usual. Most of her friends lived in the same old small town so she knew things before they were posted. There were lots of people posting about others and other annoying things. Marcus who'd moved to a big city and possibly become stupid had posted photos of him with two semi nude women in his arms. He was always posting photos with the two of them and they were all in some kind of relationships. How silly!

“So, what do we need to know about Domlur?” Quinn asked while we are eating our breakfast at Rendall’s house. Last night, we decided to plan everything so that we can pull off this mission. It was supposed to be my mission but they used the word “our” and I can’t help but be thankful that I have them. “Well, Domlur is where werewolves live.” Quinn and I scowled at what Rendall said. That is common knowledge for god’s sake.

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

“Sure, but you owe me, big time! “A loud bang catches us both off-guard, and we turn to see the monster near the borders, how the hell did that thing get there so quickly? A few minutes later the redhead also shows up. The border mustn’t have been evacuated, I mean the battleground is like 50 kilometers away, moreover, werewolves are known to be loyal creatures, the families of the warriors must also be there waiting for them. That monster is playing dirty right now. “I’ll leave the rest to you, don’t let me down Shira!”Huh! There he goes bossing me around again. Who does he think he is? Now how am I supposed to convince all of my people to switch over? ‘Oh hey you guys change of plans, we’r

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

I didn’t really want to stick around for those questions. “Ton of requests for your services, but there’s one in particular I think you should seriously take a look at,” he said. He sounded excited instead of his usual bored self, so my interest was piqued. “Tell me about it.” “Some super rich guy wants a pack taken out. Says that they run a lumber mill and it’s in direct competition with his.” I made a noise. I didn’t care why the guy wanted the werewolves killed. It never interests me.

Alex opened his eyes, even though it was only lit by the light from the moon coming in through my bedroom window I could still see the color of his eyes. "What are they doing?" "Ah ... Werewolves are creatures that need a pack, just like a pack. And sometimes not having a pack can make the werewolf a little frustrated to the point of going crazy, rogues often attack pack members, even injure them. They are dangerous, Cara. Sometimes they even form herd of fellow rogues to attack the pack." Alex yawned as he finished explaining it to me, his face looking very tired. "Oh ... " I replied while yawning, "I have to go to school tomorrow, I guess I should continue my sleep."