Monster High Werewolves Novels & Stories

I asked again and she nodded. I scoffed, shook my head in disbelief and waved her off. "I'm a werewolf, Renee, werewolves don't easily get drunk" I boasted, with a proud smirk. Renee raised an eyebrow at me and she glanced at the bottle of wine on the table. "How confident are you that you won't get drunk after drinking this wine?" she asked. "100 percent confident" I answered. "Let me give you a heads-up, Wymond doesn't get drunk because he's a combination of different beasts -yet, he steers clear of this wine"

The drama that was playing on the stage was about the little boy who , a special born who killed his mother, the Luna of the pack. " I hope we are following." Ruckus said, eyeing Derek. He smiled. It was obvious Derek was getting uncomfortable. " The story is about a young special born wolf who took the life of his own mother. " " That's strange." Alpha of the blood river pack said. " Quite sad. The boy mus be a curse to the pack." Ruckus giggled. " I bet he is. Someone like that gas to be a monster that will keep killing without stopping. " He eyed Derek.

“Here is the deal. Y'all will walk out and surrender. No magic or he dies.” Alpha Jones doesn’t bluff. He’s a ruthless werewolf. He could tell the number of witches in the mystic cave by listening to their heartbeats. The witches are outnumbered and he’s not alone. He got company -- the ancient vampires that lurk in the dark.

No, those things did not make the ugly bastard a Monster. It was because he fitted into one of those things that brought shivers to the spines of commoners and other Werewolves themselves. He was a part man, part wolf. A monster that lorded over a monster, a special kind of shape shifter….. he was an Alpha Werewolf. Combine Gentry– who fitted into the role of the worst of both worlds, an abomination, a Part human, Part Werewolf– and then the entire team of Humans behind him, they could not take on The Lord himself.

Heckled by my own side. “Mayor Nelbum, if I could offer you some advice, next time you kidnap a bunch of women, you might consider gagging them.” “You will kill the man in Wizard’s Tower. Or we will kill your friends.” With friends like these... “And why do you want him dead? He didn’t seem much of a threat.” “He is not what he seems. He is a monster. When the sun sets, he roams the land, spreading chaos and destruction.” “Is he a werewolf?” asked Maurice.

Before I could even prepare. The Casper I know— turned into a wolf with the moon above us. Werewolf. He's a... monster. I saw it clear. I saw how he ran and attacked the hunter with rage. My sight turned black before falling on the cold ground unconscious.

Scarlett asked, still feeling a little bemused. "Well, yeah. There's the good Mythics - the magic users; Wizards, Fairies, Nymphs, any sort like that. But they're all mostly extinct. While Vampires, Werewolves, Serpentine, and others monsters...are the bad guys. The Dark Mythics. Ever heard of Van Helsingr?" He asked her. "As in...the old school legend Dracula killer? That Van Helsingr?" Scarlett rose her brows in amazement.

I continued reading. I am Alexander Volkov, Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and the first werewolf to be blessed with a human mate. I do not know if it was a gift or a curse. How could I tell her I was a monster? I feared she would reject me, yet she accepted me. But fate is cruel; she died giving birth to our son. I watched her fade because I could not find the blood of the Ancient known as ‘The Myth.’

Dax After four hours of staring at my ceiling without being able to fall asleep, I finally give up. So here I am at the gym before the sun's even thinking about showing its face, beating the heavy bag like it owes me an apology, and my wolf won't shut the fuck up. Tell him, he says. Again. For approximately the nine hundredth time. Tell the hunter what we know. Then claim him and keep him. Right. Brilliant. Walk up to Noah Hunter, a man who has spent his whole life believing werewolves are vicious monsters, and announce that somebody out there is deliberately biting people to make more of us.

With jealousy getting to his head, Ryker grabbed my chin and looked me in the eye before asking, “Who’s better? Me or him? “I want the truth.” While we engaged in conversation, Trevor demolished the monsters, turning their bodies to ashes. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Who’s better?” “You! You’re the one!” With the monsters vanquished, the people down the mountain were shocked. The werewolves stayed on high alert. “I caught a whiff of the Vampire Lord.” “That’s impossible. Didn’t the Alpha seal the Vampire Lord away?” Ryker let out a scoff. As his cloak expanded and scooped my entire flock of sheep, Ryker whisked me away.