New Werewolf Series Novels & Stories

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

“The werewolves had to bite or cut off the vampire teeth bites because the officials would get suspicious. Wolf bites were normal to cops, but vampire teeth are quite distinct. It became a lot of work, having to work on corpses and all that. It threatened the peace and existence of the whole town. If anyone found out about our kind, we would be burned like witches on stakes and a lot of us would not have been borne. To protect the town, the werewolves decided the resort had to go. Your ancestors were getting a lot of money from it, so were unwilling to let go. They had always been poor and here was a chance to get rich and make a name for themselves. When they became adamant, the werewolves

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.

To: Colby McGrath, Rain Kim, Matthew Clark, Jesse Johnson, and Lia Brown From: The Werewolf Council Subject: Urgent – Final Notice Regarding Pack Affiliation Dear Colby McGrath, Rain Kim, Matthew Clark, Jesse Johnson, and Lia Brown, We hope this letter finds you in good health and with clarity of purpose. As you are aware, the formation and affiliation of packs are essential components of maintaining balance and harmony within the werewolf community. Our records indicate that your group, bonded during the recent mating cycle, has yet to finalize your pack affiliation. Under the governing regulations of the Werewolf Council, newly mated groups are required to declare their pack affiliation wi

she whispered, her thoughts consumed by the fate of her beloved niece, Elise. The witches' chanting grew louder, their voices weaving a spell of healing and protection around Sophie. The air was thick with magic, the scent of herbs and incense filling the room. Meanwhile, in the werewolf's den, Deuce's beta, Luca, arrived with Elise's unconscious form. Deuce eyes narrowed as he took in Elise's pale face. "Report," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Luca bowed his head. "The witches were too powerful, Alpha. We had to retreat."

The wolf… I saw it again - this time there was something different in its eyes. An anger that was never there before, that confused me. I leaned closer and touched its furry head with a smile. It was warm. So warm that I had this crazy urge to just wrap my arms around it and close my eyes. When I removed my hand though, my heart skipped a beat as I saw it covered in so much blood. Before I could react, the world threw its head back and howled, and I could feel its pain and anger In that single howl.

As the Hunter's Moon approaches, So does an age-old enemy, closing in on the Aspen Pack. Despite Braiden's natural hatred of Red, The two headstrong Alphas must unite to protect Misha, the Luna they both love. . . Big Bad Werewolf By H. R. Harney All rights reserved (c) 2025 Chapter One

For the first time— Not in control. “Your mother…” he said, his voice shifting. “She never told you.” Amber’s head snapped up. “What didn’t she tell me?” His eyes darkened. “About what you are.” “I’m a werewolf.” “No,” he said. “You’re more.” The word echoed in her mind. More. Memories flashed. Her mother’s voice. Her warnings. Her fear. “Run, Amber… you don’t understand what you are yet…”Her breath caught. “She knew…”