Novel Werewolf Novels & Stories

I don’t even know her wolfs name. “Nova what’s your wolfs name?” I finally decided to ask her before we shifted back “Willow, what’s yours?” “ Damien.” I tell her Nova POV Laughing at our wolfs antics was fun but they got fired after a few hours. We shifted back into our human forms that way they can rest for the pack run tonight. Checking the time after the shift it was already 3 am, so we decided to just go back to the pack house that way I wouldn’t wake the twins or step monster. After an hour of walking back to the car I text dad and Kristy telling them where I’d be that way no one freaks out.

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

Katie Clyde furrowed her eyebrows, she knew werewolves usually have mates that they are bonded to, she have read novels and watched movies about it. She hesitated before asking "who is your second chance mate?" Pascal looked at Katie Clyde fondly, before opening his mouth to respond.

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.

I added. "She just smells great. How can I stop myself from smelling her?" he answered back. "Can I compliment her? And it is a compliment. Why take it in a bad way?" he complained. Yes, we are werewolves—millennial ones. We can live as ordinary people do. We can go outside, act like one of them, and do what we need or want to do. They do not know that they are living with different creatures. We are all living with other creatures. They just do not know about it yet. No one knows, aside from the people like us who are different from them and the real people who can tell who we are.

She dismissed it as justice being served. “Well.. There’s this book my dad had. He used to read it to me when I was little, I still read it now because I like it. It’s about werewolves, just like us, in the ancient times when war and killing were the norms. “There were three new soldiers who were sent to war for the first time. Their commander was very good at setting traps for their enemies and also sneaking up on them when they least expect it. “This time, the only way to win was to sneak up on their victims in their sleep and kill them. Their commander gave each of them strategic points to target.

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

I look back to where the beast lays, noticing its jaw ripped from its face and heart laying next to its carcass. "He's a wolf. He looks to be a rogue of some sort.” Jacob says. "Didn't seem too powerful to me.” Ethan adds, wiping the cut on his hand on his pants. “Why did you rip it's heart out?” I ask, confused on why the poor beast's heart is lying cold on the dirt. Poor beast, he just tried to kill me. "It's not a normal wolf, baby. He was a werewolf, human and wolf. They transform into these things on occasion." Jacob says.

They prayed on humans and weak werewolves alike, murdering and forming gangs to commit crimes. ' Perhaps, this was the experience of the author of 'The Luna's rise' novel ' Jake couldn't be reminded of the novel he'd read back in the days. He suggested that these were the werewolves that most humans probably had experience meeting and wrote about in their books and screenplays. After all, only few had come across werewolves who were docile and knew to control their beastly instincts like himself since they never had reasons to shift into their wolf form. ' Like in the book, Lonely with a beast.'

I didn't know what my name was or where I was from, who my parents were, if they were alive or dead, the only thing I knew when I woke up that faithful night was that something terrible had happened to me and that I was not an ordinary human, it was just when I arrived at this mansion I realized that I actually am a werewolf like the rest of these strange people. The werewolves here kept calling me madam Natalia and they seemed to know who I was from the way everyone went out of their way to please me and make me feel comfortable. I only assumed it was my name and so, I answered or gave a slight nod whenever they called the name, although it felt a little weird when they called me Natalia, I