Mystic Werewolf Novels & Stories

In their eagerness to torment me, they nearly caused me to tumble down the ceremonial steps. As I fought to maintain my balance, certain I would fall and add physical injury to my public humiliation, a powerful presence materialized behind me. Strong arms enveloped me, and the unmistakable scent of pine forests after rainfall—mixed with the distinctive musk of an alpha wolf—enveloped my senses. "Forgive my tardiness, my mate," a deep voice rumbled against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I turned to find myself looking into the intense amber eyes of Dominic Blackthorn, resplendent in ceremonial white attire that matched my own, with the traditional alpha's silver rune pinned to his che

Lyall growled harshly. “Easy… I didn’t come here to fight or cause trouble,” the witch said. Lyall looked at him with a searching gaze. His hair was long past his shoulders, her clothes resembled a long black dress, and she wore a black cloak as well. But the witch was a man. A hybrid wolf approached and growled at him. Lyall turned and growled too. Lyall turned to the witch and growled, demanding that he leave. Lyall attacked the hybrid wolf. The hybrid wolves weren’t as strong as the Rogues. They were strong as vampires but not as wolves, so Lyall was able to defeat them easily.

The werewolf had a menacing look in his eyes. "Did you think you wouldn't be bothered coming to the Mystic Moon pack?" Ed didn't find his statement surprising. "I'm unable to locate the Mystic Moon." With every stride the werewolves took, surrounding them, Nate felt his back forced against Ed's. "Don't give me that talk, friend. The Mystic Moon is located somewhere."

The figure at the end of the hallway growled, their voice taking on a feral tone. "It doesn't matter who she is to me, but you've got the wrong person, and for that, you'll pay dearly." As they spoke, they began to walk towards us, their movements swift and purposeful. The mysterious man's eyes flashed with amber light, a sign of his werewolf heritage, as he prepared to face the newcomer. The air seemed to crackle with tension as the two figures clashed, their movements lightning-fast. The hallway was suddenly bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, illuminating the dark space.

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.

While I couldn't prevent the moon from appearing, I could resist shifting. Avoiding the shift was crucial; in Miles' form, I barely recognized who I was. I haunted people and hunted the innocent. From the start, even without being told, I knew I was a unique kind of werewolf. My parents had done their best to contain my wolf. Enlisting the help of a powerful witch, Maya, from one of Mystic Height's most influential witch families in the East, my parents placed a spell on me. However, I broke it on my sixteenth birthday after my first kill.

Victor sat back down and put his head in his hands. “What’s wrong? I get the feeling I’m missing something here?” Rick brings himself out of his stupor and swallows hard. “Tori, do you talk with the wolves?” I shake my head. “Not completely. I need the help of Mystic to do that. I can speak and they hear me, but I need Mystic’s plane of supernatural existence to communicate with them.” “Mystic?” I smile proudly. “Yes! She’s my wolf.” “Genesis wolves do not speak with the being they are healing. Rarely do they speak with their human hosts. They are more of an energy source from the Moon Goddess meant to heal. Not a sentient being.” Rick explains in wonder. Like he can’t believe what he is hea

Joseph took the paper from Alexander’s hand and smacked him lightly, imitating the one his master did earlier. “Hey! What gives? So what if I forgot? You remembered it, anyway.” “That is not the point, Sir.” “Whatever! So, what’s up with that guy?” “He’s a werewolf. He just turned earlier.” Alexander stared at Joseph for a few seconds. “Really?” he asked. “Positive, sir. The scent I picked up couldn’t have been Nicodemus. I know his well enough. And John’s as well.” “I see…” “There’s also another interesting piece of information that I’ve gathered. It seems that this friend of Nicodemus’ doesn’t have that… mark.”

“They want me to have sex so that they can have a lineage of white wolves.” She could see the rage in his eyes, “Do they want to rape you?” “No, they said they would give me time to fall in love with the one I would be breeding with.” “What the fuck? Are they also white wolves?” “No, they’re Mystics, half white and half black wolves. They’re known as Mystics.” “This is getting more fucked up by the minute.” “According to them, I’m called a Muraco.” “What in the genuine fuck?” “I know, but they said that they would take me by force if push comes to shove.”

I look at my clock and see I have 10 minutes left so I put on my shoes and texted Derric that I will be waiting for them in the lobby. We have arrived at the royal castle 10 minutes early. After they announced us we walked into the hall. We start mingling with the other werewolves that are present. Mostly all the unmated supernatural are present except for the Alpha, Beta, and third in command couples. We have to be here no exception. I look around hoping to find someone that looks interesting to talk to. I see a young fairy walking towards me. "Hi, my name is Celia. I'm the sister of the fairy queen."