Original Werewolf Novels & Stories

She'd tell me he paid well—better than all the others. I looked up at Hugo through my tears. He was also like us, but he lived in a werewolf community that he called a pack, unlike my mom and me. I let the tears roll down my face quietly, getting the message that I needed to keep it down. Hugo nodded at Tyrone, who left. Once the door shut, Hugo sat down next to me. He was a big, muscular man with darkly tanned skin. We’d dated in the past, which eventually ended in heartache for me. Hugo was not the boyfriend type. I tried to be friends with benefits until I realized that sleeping with him caused too much pain—he’d made it clear he’d never be able to give me what I really wanted. But he was

“What’s the difference?” “A werewolf is a fictional creature in countless books and movies that transforms into a beast on a full moon. Some renditions elegantly make them into full wolves instead of half-wolf, half-human monsters. Werewolves bite another human to transfer the ability, like a disease. Wolf shifters are born, not made.” “Never?” “Never.” She absently stroked my jaw with her fingers, playing with the stubble that had grown. I loved that she used me to soothe herself as she processed my words.

Her long blond hair was wild all over her and some stray strands stuck to her face in sweaty patches. The werewolf started to circle around her, slow purposely strolls. It's huge black eyes was staring down at her as it moved around, assessing her. It looked like it was performing some kind of ritual. The werewolf was huge with black brown fur and from the light coming from the moon behind it, it looked menacing. It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes.

A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth. To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances. Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs. He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped." Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him. I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

The creature was unlike anything Cruella had ever seen all the days of her life around the pack. It wasn’t a typical werewolf, but something twisted, something darker and Stronger. Its fur was a sickly shade of gray, matted and filthy, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural yellow light. The creature’s fangs gleamed in the moonlight, longer and sharper than any wolf’s she had ever seen, and its claws were stained with the blood of something long dead. Liam’s eyes narrowed, the familiar fire of the Alpha flashing in them. “You’re not welcome here, Raze.”

She needed to know. We have been called many names throughout the past including lycanthrope and gerufi and eventually called legend and fable. But we are most commonly called werewolf. Werewolf? What is…? Does this mean there are more of us? No. No more. His gaze remained unchanged but could feel the pain radiating from his body, though she knew not how. Her heart began to ache so deep within her chest she felt it would burst. A lump lodged itself in her throat and then a pressure welled in her gut. As she searched his eyes willing him to explain, pictures began to pass through her mind. Pictures of war… no… pictures of slaughters! The slaughter of wolves; friends and family. Abs

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.

"Wait, I am confused. If Grayson's biological dad is human and you were human at the time, how is Grayson a hybrid?" "Well, he was never a human. My angel powers laid dormant until I found Derric. So even if I didn't meet Derric Grayson would still have bee an angel. When Derric marked me it changed my baby and made him a werewolf. It all worked out in the end. I was just lucky." "I'll say. It still is amazing. Grayson's future is bright. He will be able to do, so much more than any mere werewolf."