Mystic Werewolf Novels & Stories

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

“You can call me anytime, I don’t care. Where is the mystic orb?” “You think an abomination like you can handle its powers? Hahaha! I will never reveal the whereabouts of the mystic orb to you!” “Then you leave me with no choice, sis!” He quickly sank his claws at the back of Mira’s neck. This is a form werewolves use to extract their victim’s memory especially when they seek answers about the past or a hidden object. “What is he doing?” Luxo isn’t comfortable with what’s going on. He knows how Mira’s father can be. Most creatures fear him because they believe he’s the most powerful being in the Unknown Land.

“You’re only here to save your werewolf. You know that he’s never going to love you, right?” Winter cried out in pain. Roman let out a growl that rattled through the old house. His face contorted and it was no longer his face. But a wolfs snout, then his claws, then---then it was no longer Roman standing there. But a wolf. And the wolf lunged at Merrick. Merrick’s magic must have stopped because Winter fell to the ground with a loud slam! Nora rushed to her cousin’s side. “Glinda!” Nora called to the other witch. “Help me!”

“Tell me, that you’re kidding…” I was in shocked when Zahra information begin to seep inside my mind. She shook her head, and a bittered smile came into her face, “I am sorry, for a thousand years that is the way of the mating ritual for the werewolf pack.” “Oh, if I get captured, I can assure you that I will put a hell of a fight to them.” I said to her with a confident. She let out a sigh. “Dear, they have spells. Sorcerers or witches could help them, never think that any pack doesn’t get any help from another mystic blood.”

Silver moonlight pierced through the ancient oaks of Hampstead Heath, casting long shadows across my face as I tracked the hunters' movements. My newfound werewolf senses picked up their acrid scent - gun oil and silver, a deadly combination that made my stomach churn. Three months ago, I'd been nothing more than a corporate executive nursing a broken heart. Now, I stood at the edge of a centuries-old clearing, helping coordinate the defense of a werewolf pack against trained killers.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

I didn’t have to look around to know that the same expression of hopelessness was present on every other rogue in the arena, and beyond. Because as my signal, the howl of a single wolf could be heard, and felt, by every single Werewolf in the area. And it wasn’t just any wolf who had come calling. It was the howl of one particular wolf, one who they all instinctively knew without knowing how. One that promised death to any whose crimes called for it. The Silver Myst had arrived.

Maza, a 25-year-old rogue, strolled through the dense forest, his muscular frame barely concealed by a tattered shirt and faded jeans. His piercing blue eyes scanned the shadows, searching for his next conquest. As a werewolf, he craved the thrill of the hunt, the rush of adrenaline that came with each new encounter. Suddenly, he caught a whiff of a tantalizing scent on the breeze. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, the musky aroma of arousal filling his senses. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he followed the scent, his steps silent on the forest floor.

Even if he didn't pay attention to me, I still had to keep forcing him to pay attention to me, forcing him to answer my questions until I got an answer that made me feel satisfied. Alpha King thought for a moment before answering. “I assume that the mystics behind the pack conflicts are werewolves hiding in human society. I think their ancestry is probably the same as yours. But they are different from your family. Your family wants a peaceful life in human territory but they never forget the past and want revenge. So if you find them, you might find some clues about the truth of the past.” “They like me?” I sighed. “I'm not sure, everything is just my guess but you can try. Maybe you'll fin

“I know this is going to be hard to believe, Grayson, but those wolves are our neighbors.” Her eyebrows raised, and she stared at me for a long time, not blinking before she said, “Say what now?” “I know it’s hard to wrap your mind around. Just like the fact that you just saw me shoot a fireball out of my hand. But it’s true. They are shifters. And I’m a mage.” “A what?” she asked, wrinkling her face up at me. “A mage. It’s kind of like a witch… but I draw upon the forces of nature. I get my strength from the forest.”