Nice Werewolf Novels & Stories

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

Misha already has an Alpha, So why is she hearing another Wolf's voice in her mind? Red is a lone Alpha male, the most dangerous kind of Werewolf. The second Red sees Misha at the market, he knows she is his true Mate. Braiden is furious. He feels his control over his Pack and his Mate slipping away at the arrival of this new mysterious force in the forest. Can he protect them all, or will he lose everything? As the Hunter's Moon approaches,

"Nah, it's okay. I can manage this alone. Not like there is any danger. Plus, I think all of us need to work in different directions. We don't have much time. I just wanted to inform you guys about what I'd be doing today." "You're right. I got news about a pack of werewolves living in hiding in the western upper hills of the forest. If they are in hiding, they are obviously not with Carl and if they are not with him then we've got a chance." "How did you even manage to find that out?" Brent asks, surprised and impressed. "My charm with ladies," Damion says winking.

Even the council elders had never seen anything like this; their stunned expressions matched mine and Father’s. Stepmother’s jaw was also hanging wide. More werewolves gathered around us, and the murmurs spread like wildfire. “Who is this guy? I’ve never heard of an Omega like him in the Alliance.” “I heard he migrated from the Southern Wastelands.” “The Wastelands? That barren dump?” “Who cares? Miss Elara sure lucked out. Even some Golden Lycans can’t afford a display like this.”

"You said it was urgent, but I wasn't expecting it to be tonight." "Urgent could simply mean anytime. I need a test run," Iza said. "On someone’s blood. Quickly." The old woman raised an eyebrow. "For what?" "I... I have a suspicion." "Speak clearly, boy. I don't have all night to waste." Iza hesitated but then spoke, "There is this new werewolf who was brought along with the other wolves just about a month or two months ago." He went ahead to explain the situation to the woman.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Evangeline nods, “you are right… of course you are… Cynamon always said how you are always right.” “You guys think the President knows about this,” Nick suddenly says. “About the werewolves and the captures.” I blink and look at him, Evangeline shrugs and Cukier looks thoughtful. “I mean the new president, Karina Horton,” Nick continues. “She is always talking about equality, and she is new to the job, she could use to make a statement.”

"I don't think-" "You are a werewolf." Nero interrupts me. "I am Alpha of the Luna Pack and you are my fated mate. We were literally born to be together and lead the pack of werewolves." My heart beats so fast my head begins to hurt again. "You're head is hurting, that's because I'm telling you the truth and my wolf is trying to find yours and she's fighting. She knows who you really are. Let her guide you." Nero leads me back to the bed and we sit on the edge. "Take a deep breath and keep breathing deeply," He pulls me to lean onto him, feeling his heat and his soothing hand rubbing my back. "Keep breathing."

… The other side of New Jersey, in an apartment In the living room, Maverick sat playing video games and moments later, the door opened and an exhausted Willow walked in. Before she headed to her room, his voice stopped her. "So have you heard?" He asked, while tapping away furiously on the gamepad. "Heard about what?" She asked in annoyance. "An Alpha eating creature who has been terrorizing werewolves. I hear he cuts off their heads then digs out their hearts and eats it." Whether he was trying to put fear in her, she had no idea but the fact that her heart rammed violently against her ribcage reminded her of her father.

She pleaded towards the alpha, whose eyes were baited with something dangerous, but he backed down when he saw Myra’s pleading gaze. “This is not over, Myra.” “It is,” she said quietly as she reached for the door, closing it in his face. Myra let out a shaky breath as she leaned against the door. Hating that his scent still lingered and had her head aching, she needed something to take her mind off him, and a familiar clinic was calling her name. Thankfully, Nightclaw werewolves have adapted as the centuries passed and have modern clothes just like the normal New World. Imogen might have been telling the truth about everything, but not having cellphones.