Purple Werewolf Novels & Stories

Felix asked, looking into the eyes of the old woman, trying to see if he was lying. " As you know, the White Wolves were the first of the werewolf generation. They were blessed by the Moon Goddess with immense power as well as wisdom. They lived peacefully with little conflict, but that all changed with the power struggle. With White Wolves being on top of the supernatural food chain, every other supernatural creature wanted a taste of that power. The first is Drakoen, the mage of darkness. He was just a mere mage who wanted to be something. The only way to do it was through marrying the White Wolf, Princess Alvira. She was a bright and kind young woman who just wished for eternal peace," sh

Her gaze became incredibly serious as she continued whispering to Roselle. "It is said that all werewolf royal family in the past since the beginning of time has that distinct feature of having raven black hair and their eyes are the colour of the cold grey moon." Said Tina and Roselle immediately frown. The emperor, the crown prince and the princess all had a sapphire blue eyes and blond hair. Now that Roselle thought about it, she had yet to see a werewolf with raven black hair and moon-like grey eyes except Romeo. Even within the crowd of Werewolves who were at the imperial palace, she never saw anyone with black hair except her husband.

I try to contact Derric but he doesn't answer either. "You can try shifting pup but you won't be able to. I just injected you with wolfsbane." He has a menacing glint in his eyes. He starts laughing and walks away. That is going to be a big problem. You see wolfsbane is the kind of drug that puts your wolf to sleep for an extended period of time. The time is depended on how much wolfsbane you have been given. It also cuts you off from your pack and to sum it up it basically makes you human.

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

When we reached Alex and Talia, they both got up. “Congrats, Wulfric.” Alex put out his right hand to Blake to shake, and I had to do a double take when I noticed his pinky was missing and the skin was raised in pinkish-red rings around his other fingers, as if he’d been cut and the wound never fully healed. I didn’t even know it was possible for a werewolf to scar. “What happened to your hand?” Blake asked, clearly noticing the same thing right before he took it. “Lost a finger.” Alex gave a sheepish smile.

The black beats were six in total, but they had seemed like a legion just a few moments ago. “Is everyone all right?” She asked, panting. “Edvana, my dear. You should not be here,” said Vak Smallchief. He was now in werewolf form, a giant white and grey wolf with its muzzle covered in blood. “I was terrified when I saw these black creatures coming at you like that. I couldn’t just stand back and watch without helping out,” she explained. “That was very kind of you, dear,” said Olna Raven, now a majestic looking wolf with honey-colored fur. Erin had expected her mother-in-law would have black fur, judging by her name, but this coloring suited her best because it bore a close resemblance to he

Conal hesitated, then nodded and said, "Perhaps Phelan is right." He turned to look Azura in the eye, and he explained: "When you were about to turn into a werewolf. I've seen your eye color change." "It's a fiery yellow, it only appears when a werewolf becomes angry or transforms into a wolf form. This is also the signal for us to know who is the immortal werewolf." Phelan spoke up, asserting that Azura was an immortal werewolf. Azura was shocked; she still couldn't believe what she had just heard. She still thought she couldn't be an immortal werewolf.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

I nod, but internally I am starting to freak out. “This brings me to our next topic. As you all know by now, your Dema King has chosen his queen. Aurora is a pure hybrid, she is half blood witch, and half werewolf… an Alpha werewolf as a matter of fact. Her parents-“ “Raised a psychotic killer!” a harsh voice interrupts. My head snaps in the direction it came from and my eyes land on a handsome man with the exact shade of dark green eyes as Heidi and Harlow.