New Werewolf Series Novels & Stories

Alaric turned to the Oracle Mirror and grinned, “Take me to the murderer.” ,,, The forest was wet with rot and early frost. The undergrowth hissed with steam where silver-laced lanterns burned. Seraphine Duskbane moved silently through the gloom, flanked by a team of six enforcers. They weren’t meant to be here, but here they were, training for a war that would be the end or the beginning of the human race. “Scouts confirmed werewolf activity in the ruins,” said Dorian, his voice tight as he ducked beneath a branch. “Rogue movements. Possibly Outcast Packs.”

***Amira's POV Gabriel Kosta, my father's enemy had invaded and attacked, killing my father. If he's smart he'll want to kill me too. I run, heading towards my hidden weapons as I hear the sounds of my pack fighting again. 'No!' I growl though our link. We've already lost most of our fighters. 'You want us to submit?'Beta Kindley asks. I can't let the other continue to die when I don't see a way out myself. Somehow Kosta had turned over a hundred rogue werewolves into a pack. Rogues don't usually have a pack.

He asked him. Justin rolled his head and then responded to the question nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, she came during the incantations, but aside from that, nothing happened.". He clarified to Derek. "I see, but don't you think we should at least tell her the truth?".He turned to me and continued, "Sarah, do you believe in Werewolves?" He paused at the end of that question. "Werewolves? Are you they real?". I asked, finding it hard to believe.

My head was still buzzing with a million questions as I felt the car moving away. I know what mating means. I have dedicated a fair portion of my life into researching and reading about Werewolves. The first ones at least, how they reproduce and every other thing. I know that a wolf's mate means a life bond that one cannot get out from and they mate for life. I know that it's the strongest force in the universe and one cannot control or will it. But never did I imagine that these ones would have that ability. Wow, the scientists really did a very good job.

On the night of the full moon, as Grandma Evelyn's tales took on a new significance, Alex felt a strange stirring deep within him, a primal urge that he could not ignore. With Grandma Evelyn's guidance, Alex ventured into the heart of the forest, where he experienced his first transformation under the light of the moon. It was a moment of revelation, of awakening, as Alex embraced the true nature of his being and accepted his place within the ancient lineage of the werewolves.But as the truth of his heritage came to light, Alex found himself faced with a choice: to turn away from his family's legacy or to embrace it fully and carry on their tradition. With the support of Grandma Evelyn and A

For the past seven days, Hazel immersed herself in the excitement of her new adventurous job. Meanwhile, Wyatt delved into uncovering intriguing details about a hidden enemy. An unknown entity had conducted experiments on werewolves by introducing vampire blood into their system. This resulted in a significant slowdown of their healing powers. Despite postmortem examinations on four bodies, Wyatt's pack remained puzzled about how to trigger the werewolves' healing abilities and, more importantly, the identity and motives behind this mysterious manipulation. As Wyatt engaged in his routine morning business meeting, his thoughts were consumed by the upcoming discussion with Beta Aidan.

But I had a feeling that it was way more than that. After making the necessary intros, he started. “The past few days have taken a toll on everyone in this pack. It’s a big tragedy. But let’s all use it as a moment of reflection for everyone around us. It came as a huge shocker, and it could happen to anyone.” The air suddenly grew tense, “And there’s going to be a big transition very soon. You all might not have heard it before, but I’m the rightful heir to the werewolf throne. My father was sidelined. I have the real royal blood in me.”

“That’s debatable.” It wasn’t. Damian Moretti—Daria’s fiancé—was the Alpha of the New York pack. A werewolf. The grandson of the man who, seventy years ago, had led the werewolves in their three-year war against humans after they revealed themselves to the world.

My mother was one of them. "And now, how serious is the situation right now?" I ask, biting my lips. "What Maddie told you about hunters?" "They live in groups. They move around a lot, targeting different packs; they are dangerous..." "Hunters and werewolves have been enemies for centuries, and each party of this conflict wants nothing more than to wipe out the other one completely. Werewolves live in packs; hunters create more like clans or groups traveling together. The hate is endless, and there is lots of guilt and cruelty on both sides. The only thing we are united about is keeping our conflict under the radar; the human world must never know about any of it. When 1 was away to help my