Monster High Werewolves 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.

A voice calls as I get off my bike. Checking my body for damage, I catch a glimpse of something slinking up from the side of one of the empty warehouses. It’s a female with heavy breasts. She’s covered in thick auburn fur, and she’s followed by werewolf pack members of all shapes and sizes. Her scent is a heavy cinnamon musk---alpha.

It’s gone to the point that she can no longer point out which seems possible and which doesn’t. From beneath the blanket of the night, there stood the full moon, glowering over the surface, enhancing its children’s abilities. The ancient monsters, the shapeshifters, were relentlessly at war. Werewolves are monsters that shapeshift into humans to fit into urban society. They act like humans during the day and brawl like the monsters they are during the night. Every full moon, an Alpha howls to the Moon to thank the Moon Goddess for their abilities. But this full moon, the White Claw Pack’s Alpha is nowhere to be seen. Like the ferocious mammals they are, they immediately pounced on the foes a

As the Hunter's Moon approaches, So does an age-old enemy, closing in on the Aspen Pack. Despite Braiden's natural hatred of Red, The two headstrong Alphas must unite to protect Misha, the Luna they both love. . . Big Bad Werewolf By H. R. Harney All rights reserved (c) 2025 Chapter One

“It's OK, and I'm glad you both told me. It's a little weird, but I will get over it soon. But since we're being honest. I wanted you to know that I still have feelings for Cheryl.” Mitch's body froze as he clenched his fists. “OK, I'm glad you told me.” “So explain the thing about mates again. I wanna make sure I get everything right.” Cassie begged. Mitch told her about the Moon Goddess, mates, Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Cassie tried her best to understand everything. The part about the rogues scared her though. Werewolves who didn’t live by the rules made her skin crawl. They walked until they came upon some locals, playing the Congo drum.

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

we are running in pace with each other the others a little behind us “I was thinking the same thing” The scent stops as do we all abruptly came to a standstill we shift back to human form. We start calling out their names and get no reply. We decide to walk around this little area where their scent stops I hear a twig snap just a head I call the boys names out as I walk towards the sound. I can see red eyes glowing from the bushes it’s kind of scary considering werewolves eyes do not glow red but fear and curiosity has me walking towards the eyes. The bushes rustle and shake before two large dark brown werewolves walking upright on hind legs comes stalking towards me their eyes look like the

Shit, he summoned one of his monsters! Without waiting for my command, the team behind us shot at the monster with all kinds of weapons they brought, but all in vain. “Be careful, everyone!” Paviar shouted a warning to us. “This monster was fused with the corpses of many werewolves, and it’s very dangerous. Neither knives, guns, nor bullets could hurt it!” No weapons could hurt it? There was only one thing to do then. “Cyrus!” I shouted at my wolf, let him take control of my body, and shifted into his wolf form. We stared at him warily as we tried to gauge his weakness.

Chapter 50 In the depths of a shadowy forest, where the sun's rays rarely dared to penetrate, a sinister ritual was brewing. The Supreme Werewolf God Destroyers, a sect of ruthless power-hungry werewolves, had captured two of the most powerful alpheno werewolves in existence - Mary Jane of the Moonstone clan and Alfred of the Silver Paw clan. Their goal was to absorb the alpheno's immense chakra and the power of their supreme god, Fen, to become an unstoppable force.