Sad Werewolf Novels & Stories

All destruction he did on his twenty-second birthday had costs a million. He was glad that only him, his dad and Reagan was there. He was so embarrassed. He didn’t know that he transformed into the Ultima wolf that time since it was also full moon. But that was the reason why he was living on a condominium right now. His mom wrote her a letter and had his condominium as a gift. Now, in front of the waiter and the menu of drinks, he just ordered a juice and told them that he’s allergic to alcohol.

He just couldn't move or speak. Miranda kissed his snout. “I'm sorry too, Taurus,” she sniffled. “But I'll be OK.” She wiped her eyes before heading back to the forefront. She opened her eyes and immediately realized that she had normal vision. Her nose could only pick up the unsanitary armpits of the men who were dragging her along, and her ears only could detect the silence among the gatherers who came to witness her whipping. There were maybe a thousand werewolves in attendance, standing around the field like spectators at a football match.

In the year 1999 Damian was reborn as Wilson Damian Smith in the state of Pennsylvania with the only people knowing of his true identity being the butlers he has had over years, but it was the year 2024. In one of those occasional nights where he hungered for blood, Damian had got out in his werewolf form to find flesh to satisfy his desire. Hidden in a forest by the highway the werewolf stood in the shadows waiting for it's prey to show a face, at the other side of the road a bus from California road down, the werewolf had took notice of this bus, as the boss rode pass he jumped on it with its monstrous size making a large " thump sound" almost rerouting the bus until the driver stabilized

“Yes, Alpha Isabella. And yes, to your next question. But when he took the job to take your photo, he was told no harm would come to you. He didn’t know your drink had been spiked. He was sick over it when he found out. I swear. He didn’t know.” “I believe you. I am so sorry you lost your son.” Her eyes shoot to mine as if she didn’t expect my answer. I try to sit up and become lightheaded. I flop back against the headboard. Stabbing needle sensations jab at my ribs. “You know, pureblood werewolves are self-healing through our wolves…And while sensitive to silver, it doesn’t pose a fatal risk to us. It slows our healing capabilities only slightly. You almost died, child. Have you had a react

18+ ONLY. The shaft pierced me, sliding home with minimal resistance, I am shamed to admit. I cried out as both woman and wolf as he filled me. I wasn’t even sure which member of the Pack it was and he was fucking me bare with the burning intent to get me with child. I was helpless to resist. I could only lie there on my belly as he humped me vigorously, mindlessly. I felt his knot swell inside me and I wailed despairingly even as pleasure swept over me, again and again like waves of the sea. My body sang for him to unload his nut inside me. The others gathered round, panting and drooling, cocks hard and dripping at the ready as they awaited their turn with me. My pussy opened all the more

I closed my eyes, thinking I was really gonna die from his hand. My heart started to beat its last ten countdown. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, .................................................................. "Don't you dare, Beta Jake?" A voice was heard, blurred but hopeful after hearing my Dad's voice. Thank Devil, he is here, I am saved and so do Karien. Finally, my Dad must have seen that Jake was not my mate cause werewolf never kill their mates unless they are threats to the pack and I was never threatened to my pack.

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

To keep aside the book and ask him, curious to know more. "And when is that time Mrs Dawson?" " It's now Mrs Fernandes. The death wolf will rise very soon. Or maybe it has already risen but we are not aware." Deadly silence follows as everyone stares at him in fear. To only make Alexandria to scoff, breaking the deadly silence. "Oh come on! Don't tell me that you believe in this werewolves and mate's thing? They are utter bullsh**" She says challenging him, to only have him scoff. It was the first emotion he displayed and oh boy, did he looked pissed .

I stopped. “You are not well.” I told him firmly. He pouted at me but I wasn’t having it. He will stay in that bed and get healed up and then I will give him a warning that he’s not allowed to scare me like that ever again. In fact, still thinking about him in that state with his eyes a ghostly jade and his pallor just looking like death was ready to take him home was really traumatic for me. Despite what humans like to think, werewolves are way stronger than vampires and vampires are pretty easy to kill if you know how to so seeing how close he was to death that day was something really terrible for me and I don’t ever want to have to see that again.

“Jelena, I am not human. I am a Lycan. The Institute is set up to fight a supernatural war.” Quirking a disbelieving brow, Jelena caresses her hands down my chest and carefully asks. “Are you serious? So you’re like a wolf or something?” I nod my head. “Yes. I am a loup-garou, a werewolf. I am the alpha of our pack.” She looks at me incredulously. “Show me. Show me what you are.” Ready to prove it, I release her from my lips, stand on the edge of her bed, take a deep breath, and close my eyes. My claws instantly retract, my fangs elongate, and my eyes glow. Jelena lets out a startled gasp as she gazes at my wolf form. Once I’ve begun my semi-transformation, I open my eyes and show her my cla