Sad Werewolf Novels & Stories

a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again. Her father Joseph Knightley had thought her that Werewolves were one of the most evil creatures to exist, their goal was to eat and kill humanity and this was true. Every single wolf Clara had fought tried to kill her as soon as they looked at her. Only Alpha werewolves had their sanity intact while new breeds(betas) only had two things on their minds 1.Kill 2.Eat. However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away.

The blood wolf begun to panic as his super sense were unable to track his target. “Weakling” A voice sounded from above him. His fur stood on its end while his brain sent thousands of warning signals. The blood wolf couldn’t think of anything else and could only cover his head with his paw. Alpha Broderick scoffed at his defense. His big fist landed heavily on the blood wolf’s head, generating a cracking sound as blood and white silvery liquid splashed out from its head. The impact from Alpha Broderick’s attack made the ground to cave in. As for the blood wolf, it reverted back to its human form, but its head was deformed beyond recognition.

"What do you want to ask me?" He gled at my face and then said, "Sarah, since you work for my brother, you must know who he is, right?". "Yeah, a werewolf." I responded.. "But a cursed one, do you not know?". The look on his face darkened. His questions came off as suspicious, but despite that, I still answered him. "He told me... Is there anything else you want to know?".I did a dramatic pause before continuing... "Yeah, do you mind if I take a strain of your head?".He paused after his ridiculous request...

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

"Last but not least, the omega is the lowest-ranking member of the pack." "Do you understand?" This tender voice pushed me back to my senses. "Yes, I got you!" I interlock my hair behind my ear. “Okay, I am curious about one thing: are all the werewolves of the same kind?" Like, I mean that some vampires are bloodthirsty and feed on humans, and they harm us. "So they are different kinda werewolves present?” I asked while keeping my hands on the table before interlocking with each other. "Look, there are different people in the creatures—be it a vampire or a werewolf, everyone can't be the same way!"

" I voiced my concern. Daniel gazed intently into my eyes, ensuring I was fully attentive before speaking freely, observing my reactions carefully. "Vampires, werewolves, demons, witches, and many other creatures aren't merely fictional stories portrayed on television shows or in movies; they are real, Sarah. I am a werewolf."

He queried. I smiled and adjusted in my seat. The smile was immediately replaced with a frown when a thought crossed my mind. “I don't really know, Dad; he isn't just complying." I said with every form of seriousness. What I didn't expect was my dad laughing. "I told you it wouldn't be that easy, Ava. Adrian is a werewolf king, dreaded and feared by all. He isn't just an ordinary man like me.” He explained, his two hands resting on his waist.

His elation, however, was short-lived. On his way back to his car, the werewolf collapsed. It changed back into its human form, convulsing and foaming at the mouth. The man was dead in minutes. Although disappointing, the turn in events did not completely deflate Sven’s enthusiasm towards his new ability. He was hell-bent on finding out how it worked and how he could make it better.

I groaned in pain as I fell from his arms. "Hillary?" I heard Maribel's voice say. "I'm sorry." The big man said apologetically. "Kross, what is wrong with you?" Maribel said in annoyance. "This is my sister, Hillary." "Oh." He gasped. "I'm really sorry, please forgive me." Maribel sighed. "Whatever, we have more important things to do here." Maribel's eyes glowed and her werewolf eyes came out.

He wonders if his ally Xavier will even come and help him. Oscar hasn't talked in a while, and today, he will have his funeral for Luna. He will not be going to Xavier today. He wants to put Sandy to rest. Werewolves do not believe in burials as humans do. They leave their dead on a rock in the middle of the woods. Whoever dies has to return to nature. Oscar picks Sandy up, and the whole pack follows him as we take her body to the big rock in the middle of the woods. They are not only mourning a member of our pack. They are mourning the Luna of this pack.