Original Werewolf Novels & Stories

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”

Silver moonlight pierced through the ancient oaks of Hampstead Heath, casting long shadows across my face as I tracked the hunters' movements. My newfound werewolf senses picked up their acrid scent - gun oil and silver, a deadly combination that made my stomach churn. Three months ago, I'd been nothing more than a corporate executive nursing a broken heart. Now, I stood at the edge of a centuries-old clearing, helping coordinate the defense of a werewolf pack against trained killers.

I wrinkled my nose then turned my attention back to the tv screen in front of me, although my brain was still thinking about Alex's words. Iris violets. Lycan. The first lineage of werewolves. Everything sounds crazy. 'Maybe I'm wrong." Alex exhaled and opened his eyes again, He looked at me with a half smile. "You are wrong Alex." I gave him a small nod then returned to staring blankly at the tv. ***

he asked with confusion. Katie Clyde grabbed her stomach "why did you make such a silly joke, how can you say you are a werewolf? do you know what you are even saying?" Pascal frowned and reposted "I am serious, I wasn't lying" Katie Clyde was momentarily shocked, she exhaled and then demanded "show me" Pascal looked hesitantly "are you sure?" Katie Clyde nodded "of course, I want to see your real wolf form" Pascal lowered his head, raising it, his eyes became beet red, his facial structure distorted, and his fangs started growing.

She looked at the window where three rogues were seating. The leader shifted to his human form and stood in front of her as she raised to her feet. "One future alpha gone down. Mission accomplished on earth." He said. "I'll kill you right here right now!" she roared shifting to her white werewolf. The rogue leader shifted to his wolf and together the pounce on her. Clawed punches, bites, were been exchanged, tables and glasses shattering, vessel dropping down from decoration. And the verdict of Luna was pronounced.

“Don’t you understand? I’m doing this for you.” Just when Jacquelyn was about to hit me again with the wooden plank, the front door suddenly opened. The door slammed against the wall creating a loud booming sound eventually stealing everyone’s attention. The moonlight coming from the doorway shone brightly that it took a while for our eyes to adjust and from there, for the for the first time ever, I finally saw a werewolf. A real-life werewolf. It was Mr. Lykaios. I couldn’t tell it from his appearance but I could clearly smell his scent. His face was covered in gray hairs as well as his chest and arms and he had hairy wolf ears. He was snarling and I saw fangs instead of teeth.

She felt a deep sense of responsibility to protect her people, to put an end to the terror that had gripped their once peaceful town. Unbeknownst to the mourners, a lone figure lurked in the shadows atop a nearby roof. With predatory eyes, he watched their gathering, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. As the night grew darker, he leaped down upon an unsuspecting individual, his transformation into a fearsome werewolf sending shockwaves through the crowd.

Night after night, Black gazed up at the moon, beseeching Selene to lend him the strength to triumph over his foes. Touched by Black's fervent devotion, Selene answered his prayers. She granted him the ability to shift into a wolf, merging his human essence with the spirit of the wild. Black became the first werewolf, a creature of duality, mastering the balance between his human intelligence and the instincts of the wolf.

My aunt’s gaze, deep and thoughtful, shifted to the stream, as if she were watching the past itself ripple in its waters. “The very first werewolf,” she began, her tone lowering into a storyteller’s cadence, “wasn’t born a wolf at all. He was a man—a hunter. A human.” The way she spoke pulled me in. The forest seemed to lean closer too, the branches arching overhead like eaves of an old cathedral. The air grew still, and I realized I was holding my breath.

But I knew they would intervene in case something went wrong. Right then, the lights in the room dimmed and the huge screen on the wall came to life, dividing into three parts. The faces took some time to appear, but when they did…I gaped open mouthed at the image to the left…because in that corner of the screen was none other than Alpha Krimson…the werewolf represented. “Alpha Krimson.” Alpha Charles too sounded surprised. “I wasn’t aware that the wolf representative had changed.”