Purple Werewolf Novels & Stories

Then she takes the battery out of the smoke alarm and starts again. The words she uses are simple. She asks the Mother to show us her wisdom and reveal ‘that which is beyond Human ken’. The smoke from her bowl, which had been drifting upwards, turns to curl around Tom instead. It shades from pale grey into colours. It’s mostly dark red and bright yellow from what I can see, but there’s a shade beyond purple too, one I’m not sure anyone else can see. Werewolves can see a bit beyond human vision, into ultra-violet.

As my mate begins to glow in a white light, I only have a moment to watch in awe before the battle is upon us. Maeve begins throwing magic everywhere, protection for our pack members, and attacks to the witches that are attacking our pack members. I turn and see Meadow chanting as a film of magic falls over the packhouse. I can see wolves pouring into our pack lands and by the smell of them, they are rogues. The difference between them and normal rogues is that these have a purple glow to them. They’ve been given magic, or at least they are protected by magic.

Plus, my vest and tie were rainbows, acting as pops of color against my black dress shirt. As I got closer, I cocked my head as their scent reached me. They’re a hybrid werewolf. Typically, werewolves have a distinct scent that I find gross under other circumstances. However, this purple gumdrop smelled like my next snack, and that had already offered themselves. So, I would be first in line for that taste. “If that’s an offer, I’m first in line.” I purred.

I sighed and we made our way to the car. We had been driving for a while when I looked over at Riley and remembered something I wanted to ask her. "Hey Riles, how are you half witch?" She was surprised by my question but sighed. "Well, its actually rare that im like this. My father was a werewolf and my mom was his mate but she was a witch and it was illegal. The rule was that if two mates of different species ever had a child, the child had to be killed. They hid me so no one knew my true identity. I dont know why people hate it so much but thats the rule and my life." She sighed and slouched into her seat, while Damon hugged her to his side and cooed soothing words to her.

When I wouldn't move, he pushed past me and into the corridor until he locked himself away in one of the cages. "Grey, what is it?" "The wolfsbane..." He looked down at his hands, trying the cage before burns were left on his palms. "I can't control it...Please...go..." He struggled to speak in the fracture between humanity and beast. "I'm not going..." "I will kill you! I want to, Elodie. Please...GO!" He growled as I reached forward with a hand to his cheek. "I'm. Not. Leaving." But I also didn't want to bleed out for the rage behind his eyes.

Aleister had never seen a werewolf of this size before, and with its spotless white fur and tall stature, it represented the last member of the legendary line of Ilgara. Her metamorphosis is completely complete and she is able to roar like a wolf with pointed ears and a thick, fluffy white tail. She started howling like a wolf on the night of the full moon, and that meant one thing. She will kill the sheep and eat its flesh raw. Aleister backed away without realizing, but stopped as soon as his eyes met hers. She was a completely different person at this moment, one who would not hesitate for a flash to tear him apart. And to fulfill his meditations, she rushed at high speed to pounce on Ale

Chloe, surrounded by the support of her loved ones, embraced the transformative journey that awaited her. The ritual was a dance between realms, a merging of mortal and supernatural forces. As the incantations echoed through the night, Chloe felt the ancient power surge within her, intertwining with the essence of the werewolf. The boundaries blurred, and in a moment of breathtaking transcendence, Chloe's mortal form underwent a profound transformation. When the ritual concluded, Chloe stood before her companions—a werewolf, yet uniquely herself. The moonlit glow illuminated her form, and a newfound strength coursed through her veins. The process had not erased her humanity; instead, it had

I ask him what he means, and he says that her aura is jsut different. “Everyone has their own aura, but each supernatural species also has its own aura. Werewolves have a white aura which I am guessing is associated with their moon goddess. Dragons all have a reddish-white aura which I guess is related to the fact that we all can breathe fire. Witches have a blueish-purple aura which must be associated with their magic. The woman had a pale purple/blue-grey aura. Not sure what that means, though.” Polaris explains.

Elara’s silver eyes scanned the treeline, hybrid vision piercing shadow, watching the Eclipse Pack emerge. Hundreds. Wolves in full battle form, larger than Blackthorn wolves, fur the color of charred bone, flowed from the forest like a tide of death. At their head: a massive alpha, white-furred, red-eyed, wearing armor forged of silver and obsidian. Eclipse banners snapped in the wind, black field, white crescent moon bleeding crimson. They had come for the child.

She felt her back start to ache again and tried to stretch but it was an impossible mission. The door opened a few minutes later and the man entered. He was dressed in a white vest and dark blue shorts. Liana narrowed her eyes, wondering why he'd changed his clothes. Honestly, he looked smart, even a little bit more handsome but the fact that he was a monster made him unattractive. He had made an innocent person kill.