Shark Werewolf Novels & Stories

“I am able to tear you apart at any moment, you are well aware of that. I, not a fenced-in dog, - the words breathed strength and confidence in their own viability. - Well, well, Alud, you are right, I must admit, both of our clans are strong and it is not known who will come out alive if we meet in open battle. What brought you? The furry creature growled. - If the creatures from your clan once again dare to fill up one of the brothers. On our territory. - both creatures during the conversation moved in a circle slowly and smoothly. This is how sharks swim around their prey, gradually approaching their prey. - I will personally free your sick mind from the physical shell so that it crumbles

“Yes I don't. “ “Hmmm. This could possibly mean that the event that led to you and your brother becoming strays must have been so traumatic that your brain just wiped everything off.” “That could possibly be the case.” “Looking at you Teta, it's hard to tell which part you may likely be from, the South, West or …” Stella paused, her face suddenly becoming angry. “The stupid East”. The Northern werewolves and the Eastern werewolves were sworn enemies to the point that any Eastern werewolf that found himself in the North was liable to be put to death immediately and vice versa. “I don't know.”, I said. My hands were beginning to shake slightly and so I had to stylishly place them behind me to

I don't really mind telling them about my wolf problem, but when it comes to family-related problems, I don't want to drag them into it. "Even so. It only happens on rare occasions. The wolf spirits remain dormant at a werewolf's birth. The magical core of the werewolf is the vessel of the wolf spirits. When the werewolf comes of age where their magical core is mature enough, that's usually when young werewolves reach sixteen to eighteen years old, a werewolf spirit will merge with their magical core. Sometimes, this can happen forcibly and that's when the werewolf shifts into a full wolf. To prevent that from happening, the shifting ritual was created. This is why there are steps to the shi

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

His nerves felt strained, and he tried to shut his mind from the real truth he hid from, the fact that he cared for more for Shira than he would like to admit. Normally, the Shark did not kill off his opponents, he left them brutally injured though, so that even with their Werewolf healing abilities, it took them months to heal completely. Today was different, today, he took no prisoners. It was only after the Shark had killed of all of them – safe the two others who ran away, that he understood what his instincts, his wolf had been warning him about all along.

She wondered if all werewolf packs were that beautiful. She looked to her right and just in front of the town's entrance was the large rock that she and Kayla ran through earlier. Sharlynn thought it was smart that they hid it with a rock that resembled a dead end - no one would ever think anything else existed behind it. As she caught sight of the handsome man with long hair who looked like Dean, she remembered Darren. He too had nice dark brown, silky hair but she still found everything surreal - especially the fact that Darren was a wizard as well as a vampire. According to the movies she'd seen with Aliyah, such hybrids were extremely unnatural and dangerous - the latter she experienced

"You don't seem to me as a deaf person, so I suppose that you must have heard when I told you that the person you're requesting of is my slave… except if you're requesting for another Hillary, and not Hillary Hunter." "Well, I've heard from my sources that you've taken her as your slave and I'm not going to be unreasonable about this. So, I'm here to make you an offer." I smiled, regardless of the loud thumping of my heart. "I'm all ears, Mr. Alpha." "For nearly nighteen years, my pack have been resisting your rule. We consist of almost three hundred healthy werewolves and we are highly resourceful." "So what is the offer?" I asked impatiently.

He looked very beautiful when he laughed like that, Kihara thought. “Believe it or not, we’re actually quite different.” And in what ways werewolves were different from the ordinary wolves, Kihara learned that day. First that werewolves could only shift when the moon was full and at its greatest power, and that it is harder for less strong werewolves to complete the shifting. Hence you would have horrendous results such as an elongated spine, arched with furs spreading across its length. The usual claws and teeth and a face that is stuck between wolf and human.

Diana The Werewolf Council has established a comprehensive education mandate for all wolf pups, regardless of their social standing. This rule ensures that every young werewolf receives at least a basic education, with the level of schooling varying based on their class within the pack hierarchy. At the top, Alpha and Beta offspring naturally receive the most extensive education. Gamma wolves, known for their superior strength and destined to become pack warriors, along with Delta wolves of ordinary strength, both receive education equivalent to college level. While Gammas typically focus on combat training, Deltas have the freedom to specialize in various fields. These two classes form the

I could feel the primal rage emanating from its eyes, but I met its gaze with unwavering resolve. As the werewolf's struggles weakened, I knew victory was within reach. Drawing on every ounce of strength, I summoned a final surge of power. With a primal howl, I tightened my grip, snapping the creature's neck. The werewolf let out a guttural howl of pain, its body crumbling to the ground. Its body went limp beneath me, and his life was extinguished.