Shark Werewolf Novels & Stories

The time for liberation had come, and we would not rest until Altona was freed from the clutches of the shapeshifters. ******* The night air hung heavy with anticipation as our pack, led by Kaga Wolfrick, ventured deeper into the heart of Altona. Our werewolf forms, a formidable force, moved with fluid grace, ready for whatever lay ahead. The moon's pale light cast eerie shadows on the deserted streets, heightening the tension in the air. Suddenly, without warning, a deafening roar shattered the silence. A bear-headed shapeshifter, immense in size and strength, lunged at us with ferocious intensity. The clash of fangs and claws reverberated through the night as the battle erupted.

she whispers persuasively, ready for the whole of me. Her words ignite something primal within me. I press my lips to hers, my eyes gleaming red. I release my werewolf form, but I don’t completely shift into a wolf. My wolf teeth elongate, hair sprouts across my face, and claws emerge from my hands as Kris takes over, eager to claim his mate fully. Finally, we give in. I grunt, driving harder and faster into her as she moans loudly in pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. But we only go faster, reveling in the euphoria of our fulfilled desire. She touches me, but I grip her hand, pinning it above her head as Kris grunts in pleasure, savoring the moment. Wolves crave two things:

The queen mother said, now turning her attention towards the slave who stood not quite far from her, as the pure blooded werewolf strode towards the slave, she wondered, who the hell she was, there was something about the slave she couldn't place her fingers on, as she came closer, she watched the slave bulk in fear, she gave a joyful smile, as a high werewolf, she loves it when a lower creature shakes in fear because of her, that was why she was a pure blooded werewolf, the first generation werewolf. "What are you?" The woman in front of Sharriah said, perceiving her scent, and also trying to know why the smell of wolf in the slave seems to appear dull and mist, some how she could perceive

Sharon stood up and straightened her cloth. "Get up." She said. "Is that some kinda command?." Elsa asked. "You're now a werewolf and that's giving you some guts, I guess I'll have to break some of your bones provided they'll heal." Sharon said Elsa quickly stood up. "The hunters use man made weapons but we use natural ones." Sharon said. "Our claws and fangs." She added. "Excuse me ma we we ain't born with them. Right?." Elsa said raising up her hand.

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.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

(POV - Sam Hunt) Bastard squirrel. Growling my gaze followed the last squirrel that managed to escape from me. They don't have a lot of meat and are very hard to catch. Rabbits are so much better than those damn squirrels, rabbits can't climb trees anyway. Just like us. By 'we' I mean me and my wolf. Werewolf. We live in the same body, it's just that my wolf mind is more dominant when it transforms into its natural form ... wolf. When we return to being human, then my mind will dominate our body.

The drama that was playing on the stage was about the little boy who , a special born who killed his mother, the Luna of the pack. " I hope we are following." Ruckus said, eyeing Derek. He smiled. It was obvious Derek was getting uncomfortable. " The story is about a young special born wolf who took the life of his own mother. " " That's strange." Alpha of the blood river pack said. " Quite sad. The boy mus be a curse to the pack." Ruckus giggled. " I bet he is. Someone like that gas to be a monster that will keep killing without stopping. " He eyed Derek.

I said “Oh,you are a werewolf,we need to be careful not to be exposed,it’s just safe for us with the humans “ I was suprised. “How-w do you know that?”I asked. “Because I am a werewolf too”he said Then he changed his eye to his wolfy eyes “Wow,how didn’t I know?” “It’s probably because you weren’t thinking straight,we werewolves we have an incredible sense of smell and we can recognized each other by scents alone”he said “Then Sophia?”I asked. “Oh,yes,I knew the moment we were together in the library”,he said.

Narsha hugged herself, feeling a strange chill on her skin, not from the sea breeze, but from Dexter's energy that was beginning to spread. “We have to make sure,” Narsha finally whispered, staring at the sea. “Is he really the wolf that came looking for me...” Dexter took a deep breath, his eyes shooting towards the small island across the way. Narsha began to feel her body shivering from the cold, although it wasn't too severe, but she was sure it was Dexter's power beginning to spread. It was Dexter's way of suppressing the foreign werewolf's energy. She looked at Dexter. “Why are you so sure it's not Ethan's subordinate?” asked Narsha.