Purple Werewolf Novels & Stories

She glanced back and forth before skipping through the hallway as hurriedly as her step could take her back to her room. The smile on Zeres face fell as he continued watching Ariel till she was completely out of sight, turned to look at the bush were he heard the sound coming from, his eyes turning blood shot red- a divergence to his wayfarer blue eyes. Rogue- those species of werewolves irked him to no extent and he couldn't wait to sink his claws into their chest and ripped their hearts out.

“Now I understand the despair I feel. We are meant to save Purple. He is part of the family. That’s why.” “So does this mean Purple is a werewolf and not an ordinary animal?” Devon asked Mom, still looking confused. “All this time I thought he was just a pet!” “He is really good at hiding it,” I murmured, still unable to believe that Purple was a little boy werewolf. Purple jumped out of us, though, and snarled at the giant black werewolf, who walked slowly towards us. His heavy feet sounded like thunder as he stomped them, and my heartbeat grew loud in my ears, and my ribs hurt as it pumped hard in my chest.

Amaira "Despite deciding to maintain peace, the werewolves killed Shlok and attacked Agastya. Maybe that's why this is happening." Vishal "I don't want war, but now I can't do anything." Amaira "Vishal, I also found out one more thing." Vishal "What?" Amaira "The werewolves, who are born on a pink moon night, are special. They are as strong as the born vampires." Vishal "That I know."

“I know literally nothing.” Loren sat back on my bed and crossed her legs like I used to in preschool. She clapped her hands together. “Okay. Werewolf 101 in fifteen minutes,” she said. “Basics are this: alphas have gold eyes. Betas, those second in line for the position of alpha, have purple eyes. Just like me!” I nodded. I was following. Loren continued.

“Rehya? All I’m seeing is my reflection.” “That's because it’s you, Emily—you’re the special wolf. The first characteristic of a special werewolf is the color of their wolf. According to legend, they only come in white fur and blue eyes,” Rehya said. “Now, close your eyes and desire to see me. Then look into the pond.” I did as she said. Closing my eyes, I willed to see her and when I looked into the pond, it was not my reflection gazing back at me. But a majestic white wolf with a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

Born as a werewolf who cannot shift, I was cast out of the pack on my eighteenth birthday when I couldn't transform into my wolf. In the Azure Pack, it is a bad omen for a wolf not to shift when the time comes. There's a prophecy of the one who will bring doom to the world, and this person will neither be a werewolf nor a human. Someone like me is destined to bring bad luck to those who come near me. Even at that moment, Elena, who happens to be my only friend and roommate, had no idea that I had no wolf. I don't even smell like one, but I always make those around me believe that it was because I used the wolfless perfume, which most werewolves use to hide their identity.

It’s Queen Seraphina’s voice that cuts through the silence, even and measured. “The purple irises,” she begins, her tone laced with reverence, “are more than just flowers, Elara. They are tied to the very life force of every werewolf in the Blackwell line. On the eighteenth birthday, when a werewolf first bonds with their wolf spirit, these irises are given as part of the ritual. They bloom only when touched by the energy of a wolf’s soul.”

I chuckled as I followed her, not saying a word as she admired the little plant, and had I not been the one to bring it here from our kingdom, I would’ve had the same expression, but these flowers were everywhere in the werewolf kingdom, which was mainly why I wanted one to be here with me, a reminder of where I came from, a reminder of my home and family. “It’s a werewolf rose, brought here from the werewolf kingdom, I brought more, but none of them managed to grow, this one however adapted and managed to stabilize its roots in the ground and started growing, its glow never dying” I told Kiara who was looking at the flower with amazement in her eyes, her finger went to touch the shimmer tha

Gwen suddenly shouted. Ingrid pushed me back with an invisible force, away from Sage. We all stood up and paced backward as we watched Sage rolled over her knees. Her physical form stretched, arms and legs were swollen out as she got to her feet and roared in rage. Finally, her transformation was complete! But instead of gaining her biological parents' eyes, hers were in the shade of a glimmering purple——like an amethyst sinking into the night. Sage's werewolf form was a rare one as she was the first child of the two descendants of the Origin.

And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man. And when the wolf got satisfied at putting its anger towards the man. It immediately thought of going to the place where they were supposed to live. It was about to run, but before he can do that, Peter came who’s in a flash got to the wolf’s side. And Peter immediately stabbed the syringe he was carrying, containing sleeping pills and wolfsbane herb. A herb that can effectively weaken a werewolf. But one dose of it is not enough to put Jax’s wolf down. So Peter immediately followed with two more pricks of syringes to the body of the wolf.