Pink Werewolf Novels & Stories

“You can’t just say that. I know the rules, okay? I know that the Luna has to stay in the pack house with the Alpha. I know that the Luna has to be a part of the blood blond so she can mind-link with everyone. It’s for safety. It’s for power. It’s for whatever other fucked up reason they have come up with, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change that.” “But maybe you can.” Doren motions to me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glare at him. “Roo, you are the first wolf that I have ever met, that I have ever heard of, that has special abilities outside of an alpha. I haven’t ever heard of there being a white wolf alive in over 3 centuries. Everything about you is an excepti

Her world suddenly turned black. Liana found herself tied up on the bed, gagged. She was horrified on realizing that she was half naked. She only had her knickers on. She struggled in vain. More horrifying was RK's condition before she blacked out. What was that, she wondered. She had never seen anything like that.

This created privacy for the party. Holding Alpha King's hand, I was treated with the most solemn ceremony. The werewolves living in human society were the ones who had the fastest access to information, they knew that Alpha King had found a mate. When I held his hand obviously they knew that I was his mate. Maybe they knew not only my name but also all the information related to me. News was an extremely important resource. These werewolves grasped the news very quickly. The party was not lavishly decorated, but focused on sophistication with the main colors being white and black hidden in the dim lights.

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

The only difference between a werewolf and a normal human was that werewolves had the ability to use their minds and bodies for other things rather than simply fighting. That night, she became a wizard wolf - the world's first wizard wolf. A living werewolf corpse whose qualities no one knew what it could be. In the wizard wolf's body, she was a bloodthirsty animal. Her eyes were the color of her fur - pure black, invisible in the darkness of the night, except for her purple claws and paws.

She would never agree to take it easy at home. “Do you think more monsters will try and come for me after I awaken?” Aurora asks from her seat. She looks absolutely adorable sitting there in a pink hoodie and faded jeans. Her brown hair comes down in curls, and her makeup is on point. She is wearing green contact lenses today, which suits her - even if I prefer her purple eyes. “I think so,” I won’t lie to her and sigh. “Purple-eyed werewolves are very special - you know that. They are descendants of the first wolves. The monsters know that and want your blood.”

To say I was intrigued by this little girl would be a serious understatement. I watched from the comfort of my home through my crystal ball. I'm a very powerful witch, so no one, especially some child with no previous knowledge of magic, could subdue or, in her case, completely stop my magic. Not only that, she's stronger and faster than she looks. I'm seriously confused because she gives off a human's aura... it's not even slightly mixed with a wolf's aura. Everyone's aura is different, regardless of species or gender. But within each group, all those associated with a certain species, they all share a similar aura. Humans usually have weaker auras that tend to be light blue, almost clear i

I whisper conspiratorially. “Poor dear.” The human raises her eyebrows, cracking her caked-on foundation. “She sees wolves, you say?” “Hm. Werewolves. She’s really unwell and I need to find her. Was she with a young woman? Blonde, about this high.” I hold my hand up to the middle of my chest. “Big grey eyes. Really pretty.” “She was kind of pretty I suppose,” the human says with a sour expression on her face. “You know…the pretty in the right kind of light sort.”

This woman had a calm aura around her which put Kira at ease. Kira stepped out of the forest, and she could hear the woman let out an audible gasp at spotting her black wolf with white highlights. It was unusual for wolves to have two colours on their fur. Werewolves were only seen to be in one colour as a whole but here she was, a mixture of midnight black and white. Well, she was a Hybrid too. Which was also said to be extinct nowadays. So, Jade wasn't a normal werewolf in that sense. Kira takes no time in shifting back into her human form. Jade felt relieved to be back. She had not been in her wolf form for this long. It was refreshing. Feeling the wind whip her fur around but it was exha

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a glow over the dense forest that was filled with leaves. Shadows danced among the trees, and the air was thick. Noises could be heard, the smell of furs also lingered in the air. Freya stood at the edge of the clearing, her amber eyes scanning the gathering wolves. She was no ordinary wolf. Her fur was a mix of gold and black, a testament to her dual heritage. Half werewolf, half witch, she straddled two worlds, yet belonged to neither. As most of her werewolf companions saw her as.