My Teacher Is A Werewolf Novels & Stories

There was something ethereal about him. And then it hit me. That ethereal vibe, the fair skin, the hungry look in Mr. Weeber’s eyes, and the evening-only class. It all added up, and when I noticed the very subtle red in his eyes, I knew it. I put thousands of miles between myself and my dad’s werewolf pack only to land myself in an English class with a VAMPIRE for a teacher. Now, I was truly unsettled by his attention. I’m no vampire’s meal.

So, I'm just watching him and I feel like he knows what he does. There is an aura in the room. It's like he knows me. Not just like, because he has seen me before, but he knows me. He knows I'm a werewolf. “It’s like he knows I'm a luna and all of that and I'm getting that strange vibe from him.” Okay, class! The principal comes into the class and she's a female woman and then she introduces him. “This will be your new history teacher, he is taking on for the week for Mr. Collins and I hope all of you will be on your best behavior.” She says before she is out of the class.

Not every werewolf has the patience — or ambition — to educate the younger generation, so this task falls to human professionals. I clenched my jaw, ready to launch into another outraged rant… but the school bell rang, calling me back to class. I gathered my materials and headed to my next lesson. This time, it was a seventh-grade werewolf class — and they were barely conscious after physical training. This can’t go on. Something has to change. “Good afternoon, class!” I greeted them warmly. The kids replied in a chorus of tired voices. “For today, we’ll start with a little assignment. Take out a double sheet of paper,” I said, noticing how their faces immediately dropped in dread, clearly e

The teacher nodded with a slightly satisfied smile, "Thank you, you may be seated." I sat down and relaxed into my former position, this time with eyes open. That fucking teacher knew exactly what he was doing. Putting a target on my back. Fuck'im. The other two students did the same as me. Judging from the names of their "packs", one was a vampire, and the other was either a dragon or lion. As the last guy sat down, the teacher began again,

I shouldn't have, for a human and a werewolf can never be together. "She's a great fighter of the pack," retorted Cali. I was disappointed with the answer. It was not what I was looking for. I needed to know if they were mates are not. "What do you want to do for 1 hour?" Cali asked. "What will your brother be doing for one hour?" I had to ask. My eyes kept looking in the direction of his house. "Sex, crazy werewolf sex," said Cali. My eyes widened as I looked at her.

Its only real function was ensuring that every non-human student on campus despised me. To survive, I studied like my life depended on it and fought my way to a full scholarship. Then I met Sarek, my werewolf professor, and he failed my ten-thousand-word paper on recklessness and intellectual shortcomings in werewolf tactics with a bold, blood-red F. His feedback was, “If you know nothing about the true strength of the werewolves, I suggest you drop out and go home to herd sheep.” Herd sheep? I’d never even seen a sheep in my life! My ancestors hunted werewolves!

I nod my head at her , confirming her assumptions. “Class , this is our new student – I am sure you all will make her feel welcome…” she turns to the classroom and states. When I look to the rest of the classroom , I know well enough that every one in here is a werewolf – due to their physique and good looks. I find a place right at the back of the class and take a seat , trying my best to ignore the whistles and howls I get from the unmated boys.

She should be grateful that the Moon Goddess had graced her with such a strong mate. I was also disturbed to notice that she carried the scent of a human male. I wondered if that was why she was upset to find me and if it was, there would be hell to pay. No human male was going to take my mate away from me. She was mine, even if she didn't know it yet. I watched as she and Carla linked arms and led us to our class. Carla introduced us to the teacher along with what pack we were from and what rank. I was startled at first but then I reminded myself that the whole school knew about the werewolves. The teacher smiled at us as Carla and Willow sat in their seats.

“I heard that’s even more difficult than any advanced class at this school.” “I was practicing magic with Xaden earlier and Principal Rapport was watching me,” I told her in a hushed tone. “He was impressed that I was able to do more than one spell at a time.” Her mouth hung open in shock. “Seriously?” She gasped. I could tell she had way more questions for me, but classes started, and we both drowned ourselves in our work. Werewolf History was taught by Professor Santina. She was a young teacher with long black hair with blonde highlights and big blue eyes. She was obviously a werewolf shifter and she even shifted to show us her large black wolf which also had streaks of blonde in its coat

Nick just pulled me out from the class while holding my hand. I stopped walking with him and said, "What are you doing? Are you mad?" "What did I do wrong? Your professor is a werewolf. He should respect an alpha wolf". Looking at me, he said. "What? My professor is a werewolf?" I repeated his words surprisingly. "Yesterday was your birthday. I wasn't there. So, let's celebrate today". He said. "What are you even talking about? You were there. We cut the cake together. Now, I don't know what the professor will think about me". I answered