Sad Werewolf Novels & Stories

“You’re living in this big empire, and you’re not even telling me about it! You even have real-sized werewolf outside! Are they real or they’re just motor operated?” Rendall and I exchanged glances. I gave her a warm smile. “They’re real, Sadie,” I responded. “There’s something that you need to know about me.” “What is it? I know all the things about you,” she said before rolling her eyes on me. “Sadie, I’m a half-breed, someone born with a werewolf blood,” I stated. She raised her brow on me. “And I’m someone born with a vampire blood and is married to vampire prince who’s living in this huge, dark kingdom,” she sarcastically said before hitting me on my shoulders. “Stop joking, will you?”

“But good and evil exist everywhere. They must have used an evil witch. The problem is—every witch and wizard knows black magic. It’s hard to trace.” He paused. “There are laws in the supernatural world. And those who break them are punished—if caught.” Saraya nodded faintly. “One more thing,” Raf said gently. She looked up. “What?” “Your father,” Raf said carefully, “is a werewolf.” The world tilted. Saraya froze completely, her breath caught in her throat. “To be continued...”

,I nodded and looked back to the water. "I'm watching my brothers find their life partners and have babies while I'm forever single and sad",I put a hand over my mom shocked I said it out loud to someone. "we can be sad together screamer",he teased. "I hate being sad",I admit and he looks into my eyes and I almost fall in the water. Mate my vampire screams. "well fuck me sideways ",his eyes flash gold. My mate is a werewolf. I stand on shaky legs and he gets up facing me.

“You are completely delusional. Here just so you will get the point. I, Spencer Sanderson…” “No wait..” “Vampire Werewolf hybrid, Daughter of the Alpha of a Fallen Pack…” “Please!” He drops to his knees. “On behalf of myself and my wolf Lily accept the rejection of Wilder Silvers.” The pain is like nothing I have ever felt and like nothing I have ever experienced everything goes black as the pain causes me to lose consciousness.

“Are you crazy? Are you asking for our Alpha's death?” An angered elder yelled out at Savannah, who didn't seem to care. “Yes. You want him to stab his own and wolf's heart? That's just telling him to end his own life.” Another elder added, but Savannah didn't seem to budge. It is well known that a werewolf’s life belongs in his wolf’s heart. To kill a werewolf, you have to take out his wolf's heart and destroy it.

She rallied her vampire allies, leading them in a counter-attack against the werewolf pack. The circle of bloodshed and destruction expanded, consuming all in its path. Lives were lost, the ground soaked with the blood of both werewolves and vampires. The air crackled with power and despair, the once-beautiful landscape now scarred by the ravages of war. Amareux, torn between his loyalty to his pack and his love for Arayah, found himself caught in the crossfire. He fought alongside his werewolf brethren, hoping to quell the violence and bring an end to the cycle of vengeance. But with every strike, every fallen comrade, the weight of betrayal bore down upon him.

He asked, his eyes hopeful. “Don't look so hopeful. I'm still processing all of this.” “Of course,” he smiled but it was sad. I had never seen him sad before. He looked more human now that I knew he wasn't and it made for a huge pile of confusion. “I'm sorry about the death of your men,” “It's okay. Whoever this was knew our weaknesses.” That was it. Why didn't I think of this before? Werewolves have their weaknesses. “What weakness?” “It's not important,”

Congeniality after all. “Hi! Your name is Xandrine, right? Leandre’s little sister?” Sandy closes her locker and looks at Valerie cheerily. “Yup. That’s me. Are you looking for my brother?” Valerie nods which causes Sandy’s face to grim. “I can tell you’re a werewolf so I’ll just say this right away. Stay away from my brother. He already found his mate. So it’s much better for you to bother and flirt with another werewolf,” Sandy smiles sarcastically and starts walking away.

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.