Online Werewolf Stories Novels & Stories

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.

For one, if John was indeed going to teach this guy how to be a werewolf, which he most certainly couldn’t do, he might as well not let his butler be the one to bring up the history. And it was a rather shameful one, for anyone who considered themselves a decent person. Or at least, that’s what he thought. “Okay... Where to start...?” he said, mostly to himself, still a little uncertain as to how to put it all in words. And hopefully not boring the other person or offending him. But in hindsight, he thought, this situation was indeed better than if he would tell it later. “So,” he started. “the two races are from humans who were blessed by the Moon Goddess with her magic. Or at least, that’s

this is Africa, how would they know about something that happened all the way in America? The werewolf community is very private and sacred. It’s not like it can be published in the news like ‘breaking news, the royal werewolf family was killed in the war with witches and vampires. More on the story as it unfolds.’ No! that is not it. “We know about this the same way you know about world war two or whatever.”

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

Zolani’s POV My head spun like I had chugged a bottle of cheap tequila on an empty stomach, and my heart, poor overworked bastard, was pounding so loudly I swore the portraits on the walls could hear it. I had always heard stories about werewolves and their wild, savage ways. The full-moon orgies. The blood feuds settled with teeth. The way they claimed mates like property and fucked like the world was ending. But hearing it from Aradia over late-night pizza was one thing.

|Annabel| “AXL has uploaded a new chapter of their story! Catch up!” The notification dropped on my phone a few minutes before the end of the fifth period. My legs began to shake with tension over what my favorite author could have uploaded. She had left us all hanging for the past week, and I almost went crazy trying to figure out what would happen next. Yes! I am a sucker for werewolf stories. They revolve around my entire life. I would rather not read anything if it's not about werewolves. I have been called a crazy person, an obsessed, hopeless girl by several people, but do I care?

"Much like you, anyone willing to do a little digging could find out." I nodded. "Right... You interact with humans a lot, right?" "Sometimes more than I care to." "Do they... really think we're controlled by the moon?" He laughed. "The number of times I've had to explain that the myths they have about half-wolf creatures running around biting people are a horrible, nightmare fuel blend of lycans, werewolves, and vampiric propaganda is horrifying. I've considered releasing a book: What Not To Ask A Werewolf And Why."

I can’t just stand and watch this. I step back from the door and grab my phone. My hand trembles as the screen lights up. I type: immortal beings myths, then Elaria supernatural stories. Search results pile up—cheap blog posts, conspiracy forums, old news snippets. It all feels fuzzy, not making sense. But one word keeps popping up: werewolf.

****Amira***** I decided to tell the kids stories, I told them about the werewolves that lives in the woods. I told them how the werewolves would come out at night, and how they would howl at the moon. I described them as being large, powerful creatures with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. The children were enthralled by the story, and they huddled close together, eyes wide. I didn’t want to completely tell the kids that their was father is a werewolf, I was gradually preparing their minds for it..

"It's immediate death if any tries to cross the border" "Oh" Iris's tattoo got a third line added to her tattoo but the third line crossed the two lines she had before. "You have exactly the type of tattoo my mum has," Willow whispered to Iris. "Really?" "Yeah" Willow nodded. "Well, she was married to a werewolf and probably lived here before. Has she ever told you the story of her love and marriage?" Iris asked. "No. But I think that would probably be a great conversation" Willow smiled. "You see?" Iris waggled her eyebrows.