Short Werewolf Novels & Stories

I hesitated to tell her more, but it would be better if I got it all out. “Hope, there’s more,” I said. She immediately looked wary. “I know I said I was ready for your secrets, but I’m not sure I really am,” she confessed. “This one is a good one,” I said with a smile, praying that she would see it that way. She looked at me expectantly. “Werewolves get their wolf at eighteen. After that, their wolf is always looking for their mate. We mate with just one wolf, someone that the moon goddess picked for us. It’s called fated mates.”

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!

“The guy I met last weekend — umm, what's his name again? Barry or maybe Larry, shit I can’t remember his name, but he just didn't do it for me—Maybe I just need to meet the right guy.” AWOOOO! A loud howl ripped through the silent night, startling the girls. The werewolf was pissed, how dare this Barry or Larry touched her. How dare he sampled what rightfully belonged to him. He told himself if he ever got his paws on this filthy guy, his head would roll, literally. It howled again, louder this time. “What the hell was that?” Katherine asked as she grabbed onto her friend.

Willow held her arms but Iris pushed her away. "You are a werewolf!" She exclaimed. "So you lied about New Jersey" That wasn't even important. The fact that she is a freaking werewolf should be the main focus here. "Calm down Iris. We are harmless" Japh moved closer to her. Willow's heart melted by the generalization. Japh sure knows how to make her feel good. "You know I won't hurt you" Willow sadly said. How would she even think she's capable of hurting her?

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

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Alpha Carmen stated, his authoritative voice resonating through the room. Alpha Abel, who is standing beside him, added, "We must devise a strategy to quell these attacks and protect our kin. Suggestions, anyone?" The room buzzed with conversation as they delved into the pressing matter, each leader contributing insights to formulate a plan that would safeguard the werewolf kingdom from the rising threat of rogue attacks. "We need to strengthen border patrols," suggested Beta Sonia, emphasizing the need to increase security at the border. "Even with the security we have, they still managed to find their way through, so that might not help," Alpha Carmen explained, and everyone nodded in agre

I dry my hair quickly, but it stays half wet, so I clip it back to keep it out of my face. Ronan escorts me downstairs. As we walk through the hall, loud noises from outside make me jump. Through a window, I spot a line of people in black leather, aiming guns at practice dummies. “Who are they?” I ask. Ronan stands next to me, looking out the window. “The Royal Firing Squad, made entirely of Wolfless.” “Wolfless?” He nods. “They’re part of the King’s Army. Wolfless can’t fight or shift like normal Werewolves, but they can still fight—mostly like humans would.”

Born as a werewolf who cannot shift, I was cast out of the pack on my eighteenth birthday when I couldn't transform into my wolf. In the Azure Pack, it is a bad omen for a wolf not to shift when the time comes. There's a prophecy of the one who will bring doom to the world, and this person will neither be a werewolf nor a human. Someone like me is destined to bring bad luck to those who come near me. Even at that moment, Elena, who happens to be my only friend and roommate, had no idea that I had no wolf. I don't even smell like one, but I always make those around me believe that it was because I used the wolfless perfume, which most werewolves use to hide their identity.

"If Boss ordered us to subdue all the werewolves on that battlefield, how long do you think it would take?" "50 seconds," another male chimed in confidently. "45 seconds," another guessed. The woman, their leader, paused and gazed back at the distant chaos. Her voice was calm and authoritative, reflecting her extensive experience in battle. "15 seconds," she declared, "that's all it will take. They're just weak, untrained werewolves." As they disappeared into the night, the forest slowly regained its tranquility. Nocturnal creatures began to sing their nightly songs once more, with the only trace of the group's presence being the faint echoes of their retreating footsteps.