Native American Werewolf Novels & Stories

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

Other than fear and submission. "I can't feel your wolf. When last did you shift?" William asked his tone ever so cold. "I'm n-not a werewolf, I'm a human like my mother." Ethan try not to stutter as he spoke to the cold alpha before him not daring to look up. "Human?" William repeated monotonously. "He is half blood and can't shift." Robin said. "I think his wolf is just retarded." Dian said as she walked in. "Nathan had his wolf at eleven." William said, "he is suppose to shift at 14."

He said as he winked at him. "Yes. Just one day. Just one day." Alexander said, much more to himself. He'd been trying to convince himself. Mike right, Vee and Monika would protect her. After all, those three were irrevocably in love with each other. The Black Wolf's Clan Empire was the largest and most influential in the world, consists of four factions, mainly the Fairy Wolf's Clan in which they operated in the black market and drug operations. The Vamp Wolf's Clan faction was divided into two cluster, in the morning who attacked and operates in sunrise and the night crawlers who invade at night. They were specialized in human trafficking. They loved having humans as their slaves in all a

As I enter my classroom, I take my seat, and soon, the teacher announces today’s assignment. “Morning, class. Today, we will remember when wolves and fangs were our biggest enemy.” Mr. Granbury announces. Back to the conversation earlier, the urban legends of Blackfoot go far back. The Shoshone tribe had many run-ins with them, as my people called them night stalkers, because they only rummaged through the fields late at night. They turn into humans only during full moons, which is the other way around in all the movies. Some say a witch put a curse on them, keeping them in wolf form and only human for the short days of the full moon.

Also, his good looks went more towards the rugged instead of suave. A smile spread across her face as she felt at home. Who could ask for a better family, she thought as she hugged him. Her adoptive family tried their best to make her feel like one of them, but she stuck out like a sore thumb. First, Lily was half Native American, though she didn't know which tribe. The Roberts were all blonde with blue eyes. Second and most obvious, the Roberts were actual werewolves. Andrew was their leader or the alpha as they called it.

“The Arctic Wolf Pack was the largest in the world, but when other werewolves found out that they were special they began killing them trying to steal their powers." I gasped. Powers! What the hell was this vampire raving about? “Pi, don't scare the girl with your stupid urban legends,” Nicky warned. “No. I'm not scared, just curious.” I told them. “Tell me what you know about the Arctic Wolf Pack.” “Well, I know around 21 years ago they were all killed by a werewolf known only as Razor Tail. It's believed that this wolf worships Hades, the god of the underworld, instead of the moon goddess, Selene.”

Half of White Claw pack was of African decent and had moved here many years ago when their people had been hunted relentlessly and to near extinction by the Aje’ and their powerful juju. ‘I give you the choice Channon, of knowledge or power.’ White Claw had asked me to walk with him through the mangroves, even the huge crocodiles that inhabit the dark still waters recede quickly when they sense his approach. I have never seen White Claw as a human and there are legends within his pack that he was cursed by the most powerful Aje’ to be stuck in his monstrous wolf form until he dies. I have often come close to asking him if this is true, but in reality I don’t want to know. Is there really wit

This is another level of scary. “We didn’t cross. He slipped, and I pulled him back…we weren't trying to disrespect you.” The femme is groveling, bowing her head as the other wolves follow suit. Light filters through them, letting me see them fully now as they drop to their knees in practiced unison. Leather and hide clothing, bare skin marked by painted tradition rather than exposure. Long dark hair frames faces I can’t quite place, voices shaped by a dialect unfamiliar to my ear, woven from more than one tongue. They look like natives.

The not-an-ordinary-wolf part, I believed, but saying she wasn't like us, was wrong. The Shaman claimed she was closer to the goddess, but we knew that only Spirit Wolves were that way, and Sam did not have metallic coloured fur to classify her as a Spirit Wolf. Was she a crossbreed? The shaman said spirit wolves don't crossbreed, so it left us with a huge dilemma.

Even though the law stated that no one was supposed to hunt this time of year, I was sure none of them cared. "I would refrain from speaking ill of the dead," I replied, to everyone's shock. Someone cleared their throat beside me. A tall man with scraggly hair that fell into his face. "It is an animal. Has no soul. Why should we respect it if it would have killed us the moment it spotted us?" Rolling my eyes, I carried on walking. Right up to Ben, who was inspecting the other wolf pups. Several priestesses crowded around him. Made sure the man touched each pup tenderly.