Stiles As A Werewolf Novels & Stories

he announces, parking at the side. The creepy trees welcome us. We move straight ahead, and luckily, I spot a cabin. “It must be there, Estela. Listen, go in from the back; I’ll go to the front. You’ll need… to transform.” “What?” I ask, pretending I don’t understand. “Only then will you be able to fight.” I hesitate, chest tight with fear, but obey and honor my lineage. I transform into a huge white wolf. I feel long sharp teeth with my tongue and hear ants walking over dry leaves.

The damn werewolf was mostly a waste of time. Lured by my enchantment, Celeste kept her head down, focused completely on her feet as she ambled behind me. With everything already planned, this should be easy, or so I thought until the fucking werewolf sprang out of nowhere. Now in human form and fully clothed. “It’s you!” with an accusing tone, he stated.

But she cannot leave this abused woman alone and let her die in the hands of this Psycho. "Chelsea, you have to stay strong. I will bring my car closer to you and help you into the vehicle. Ok?" Riley asked the crying woman, who gave a jerky nod. Riley stood up and turned to go to her car, but froze when saw him standing right beside her car, wearing a black cloak which is hiding all of his face and his body. He is tall, as tall as a werewolf. Riley realised that her stalker is a shifter. She has to find out to which pack he belongs to. He has this metallic scent which is concealing his original scent.

The aging priest stands under the arch looking over the gathering crowd. He’s wearing the traditional robes: a black smock embroidered with golden concentric circles around a howling wolf. Around his neck, he wears a white stole with the phases of the moon depicted on it in dark blue. Being a priest is somewhat of a pointless job in werewolf society – we rarely pray and we almost never visit the temple, but every priest I’ve ever met has a near-encyclopaedic knowledge of werewolf history, rituals, and laws.

They silence down when they realise, I will not be boosting their ego more. Bailey grabs my hair next, tilting it back to make my scalp hurt. I refuse to show fear,still staring at her. "Kneel Bit***" She seeths and before she knows, I smirk. Grabbing her neck and pinning her back on the wall. The harsh push made her scream and the laughter silences down as I whisper lowly. "I will not!" The rush of adrenaline in my veins, made me forget my identity. Shit! I was just a human messing with 3 werewolves around me.

Stiles shook his head and began pacing. "This is not good, not good" "Stop pacing" Ryker commanded, Stiles stopped immediately. "Look I'm not saying I don't like her, I love her..." a growl stopped him and gently corrected himself with the shake of his head, "...I mean I really like her and I'm happy that you found your mate but you know you can't have a wolfless mate as a Luna, it is not allowed, it won't be allowed" he told him frantically.

So when Stiles looked at me, I bowed to show I was sorry. I wouldn't lie, there are a lot of reasons why Damion and I dislike Stiles. There was a story that was told that his mother is a direct descendant of the moon goddess. This gave him exceptional power. Instead of normal Beta eyes, he will show the moon colour whenever he's trying to use his rank or show his powers. If he had been an Alpha blood, he would have been so fearful. Another thing aside from his good looks, is that he also has the ability to become an Alpha, start a pack or hijack one. The dead Alpha has always warned us to be very careful about him and his family. He wouldn't even let his father perform the full duty of the B

Stella stood naked in front of Arthur as a present from the King. It was the first time they met. Stella was breath taking. She was an immortal. She hasn’t aged and been passed down from generations of Royals that rule the werewolves. Some even speculate that she was a goddess that was sent to protect the wolves.

I heard from agent Stiles, a werewolf as well. "Uncle Damon?" Wren's stone-cold voice blended smoothly into the night. "That's just—" He paused, and I could feel his stare on me. All their stares. I had barely muttered a word since we stepped out of the warehouse where we tracked the abducted humans too. It was empty by the time we got there. They were all gone. Both the demons and the humans that had been abducted. I felt the churn within me. I couldn't concentrate. Wren's voice sounded. "Asher—"

These forest werewolves were the ones who had taken Stacie’s life, their savagery etched into Claud’s memory like a festering wound. From his hidden vantage point, Claud observed with a cold intensity. He studied the forest werewolves’ movements, noting their numbers-just five in total. They were strong, but Claud knew he was stronger. His transformation into a werewolf had granted him their savage abilities, but tonight he relied solely on his human prowess honed to perfection. Claud’s hands curled into fists as he watched, his elemental powers simmering beneath the surface. He planned his approach meticulously, mapping out his path through the warehouse district. With swift and silent prec