Nice Werewolf Novels & Stories

Feyre had said after I mentioned the possibility of him being human. Kristina and the hackers from Alpha Zade’s pack tried doing a background check on him from the werewolf database. Every new baby born in the werwolf community has their information uploaded there. Also, they update recent pictures and if a person is alive or not. It wasn’t public knowledge, seeing as only big members of the council had access to it. Hacking into it was quite easy, according to Kristina. But since I didn’t know anything about it. I took her word for it.

Not to forget her fangs. As for nova, Nova was a striking figure with her dark brown skin and jet black hair. She was tall and athletic, with a strong and powerful build. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing her sharp, angular features. Her eyes were a deep brown, and they sparkled with a hint of mischief. She was a werewolf, and her animalistic instincts were always present in the way she moved and spoke. She was confident, charismatic, and always ready for adventure. She was fiercely loyal to her pack and would stop at nothing to protect them.

“That doesn’t make it any better. I don’t want anything to do with a coven that would kill my family because they disagreed about who I should be with.” “Too bad,” said Winter, “Merrick promised me that he would help get me out of my own mate match if I brought you to him. So, I’m not letting you go back to that slobbering dog of yours.” Nora glared. “He’s not a dog. He’s a werewolf, and he’s the future Alpha of pack Eliot, one of the most prestigious werewolf packs in New York.” Winter rolled her eyes. “I saw you the way you were the first night we arrived at The Stellarum. You didn’t want to be there.”

Also known as the New Orleans pack. Yes, we are the famous pack from New Orleans. The only werewolf pack that has a peaceful friendship with witches, there's even a rumor that says that one of our pack members was destined to be the mate of a witch. Of course, it's just a rumor who would've believed such a thing.

I pressed my lips into a line, careful not to make eye contact with anyone or let them smell my fear. Werewolves were sensitive creatures, with noses blessed by the goddess herself ,they could smell anything from a mile away, even pregnancy. It made me wonder how no one noticed the change in my scent. Was I so good at hiding it, or was I too useless, nobody cared? “I now pronounce you, Alpha and Luna, of the dark claw pack. You may now rise to get your members.” The elder announced, his loud voice carrying an eerie ring to it, that brought shivers down my spine.

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

Their dwellings are just below, others are on the side of the stairs to and down the shrine. As they passed by the pack’s houses, every werewolf bowed to them. Well, all of them know about the tragedy that has happened 18 years ago. When Fenris and the others arrived at the shrine earlier, the altar was almost full of flowers. It must have come from his pack. Until they get to the end where the big house is, where Alpha, Beta, Gamma and the Fenris’ family live. Fenris approached his father and mother and rest each of his arms on their shoulder, as he gently caress their back.

The witches flopped back onto the ground, tired and wheezing. The oldest one—a woman so wrinkled she looked like a skeleton—spoke up, her voice rough as gravel. “I’ve got bad news,” she said. “Werewolves are being killed like chickens these days. A new kind of vampire—strong ones—hunts werewolves as though they lives depends on it.” Another elder, her eyes milky and blind, chimed in. “Ninety of ours are gone. Twenty-three alphas, the rest betas and omegas.”

Once again, she could not contain her proud smile, "Ivan Belov. Anton Frontier. Fabiola Nevarez. Helene Russell. Adrian Payne. Deanna Nielsen." Wow. So the weakest Nereu was a vampire, and it was Ivan's annoying blonde friend. Shay's smile grew even bigger. Once they were officially done for the day, the wolf pack decided to grab food to go and they went out to eat near the woods, away from the vamps.

He spots Jimmie and pauses. “Good to see you back on your feet, pup,” he says with a small, rare smile. “Thank you, Franco,” Jimmie replies softly. But Franco’s smile fades quickly. He turns to me, jaw clenched. “There’s been another attack. Midnight Reaper. This time it’s worse.” I stiffen. “Midnight Reaper?” Jimmie echoes. “What is that?” Franco answers, “A rogue. A sick psycho werewolf. Killing humans.” “Nadia?” Jimmie asks again.