Sad Werewolf Novels & Stories

That's it. Eric : well I am highly disappointed but not surprised. This is not the first time such a thing happened. Xavier: what do you mean ? Such an event has already taken place? Alayna : yes . This event goes upto 1400 years ago , it was so devastating that the Gods had to intervene to reduce the dire consequences of the war . A war between werewolf and Vampires against wendigos. Xander: what is a wendigo? Eric : The Wendigo is a very powerful creature with the same strength level as an Alpha Werewolf. Something that makes Wendigos weak is their hunger for human flesh.

Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it. I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight. Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notoriou

The looming threat of the rogue werewolves, now more organized and dangerous than ever, had forced even the most rivalrous clans to unite under a common cause. Alex Robert Macrobat, a 30-year-old werewolf and mother, stood beside her son, Prince Kai. Alex’s journey from a human to a werewolf had been marked by tragedy and transformation. She had embraced her new identity after her mother was killed by a werewolf, leading her to the United States where she met her werewolf clan and learned to control her werewolf form. Alex eventually gave birth to Kai, who inherited her werewolf genes and bore a striking resemblance to his father, Kim.

I could sense nothing but anger from him, strong anger and hatred for the werewolves. "These werewolves who have been living among us stealing our information and plans so they can destroy everything we have and built will be weakened and killed, every single one of them, especially the blood eyes wolf who is known as the alpha of all werewolf!"Bazaar yelled with all his might in anger. Suddenly everyone turns to the wall hearing a very loud growl. "I see he has gotten the message," I heard Bazaar laugh. My attention turned to him and I didn't know whether it was him I should fear instead of the werewolf or both. He had seemed to finally lose his mind repeatedly going against the werewolves.

As I absorbed Freda's answer, a newfound sense of empowerment blossomed within me. Freda's voice softened, filled with compassion. "But it's not just the physical aspect that defines werewolves. They possess a deep bond with their pack, a sense of unity and loyalty that transcends mere friendship. The pack becomes their family, their support system, providing a sanctuary where they can truly be themselves, accepted and understood."

He continued," I am not decieving her. I am suffering from multiple personality disorder or you can say PTSD" I was shocked to hear that. I said, "What? How can a werewolf suffer from mental issue?" The wounds on our body were now healed. We both fought but the traces of that fight were not visible. "A werewolf can suffer from psychological problem. Werewolves can heal their physical pain and wounds but they can't heal mental and heart pain". He said.

All she needed now was solace. "I miss him already," she said. The park stood in silence as they watched Mildred grief over the death of silas. It was later in the day when the beta werewolves returned from the outskirts of the vampire's territory that Alpha White was informed about all that happened. Mildred had returned back to her house to mourn the death of Silas. "I arrived there too late", Adalwolf said, disappointed in his own ability. He was a renowned scout for his speed. He was really quick yet he could not cover enough grounds in time to save Silas.

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

Maybe he wouldn’t be friends with Nico now. Knowing of his friend’s awkward situation, that last thought, for him, was much more sad than learning about slavery. As he looked up at the ceiling, wondering, he wished he could do more to make the turn of events better for him as well as everyone else. ---------- The next day filled the young man with a subtle excitement that somehow replaced his dreaded feeling of restlessness. It could have been because he had finally turned, releasing that pent-up emotion. This would be his first day as a full-fledged werewolf.