Stiles As A Werewolf Novels & Stories

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

*giggles* "Scott is the true alpha! He's not that well trained, he doesn't know how to use his power yet!" Courtney said. "He can't shift in a wolf! Derek shifted in full wolf." Carl state proudly "But he is no longer an alpha." Courtney scoff "Stiles is cute." I said joining them, grinning. "Isaac is cute too!" Courtney beamed. "You watch teen wolf?" Carl ask, his eyes shining in excitement. "Yep! And I like Stiles." I grinned

It was hot cake then anyways and if anyone hadn’t watched it then they weren’t in vogue Soon enough teen wolf came out and Dylan got super obsessed, he always thought of himself as stiles. The one with no powers but with brain, in fact his life was moving in that directions now just like stiles Stile’s father was a sheriff and his father is a sheriff too, Stiles wasn’t popular and Dylan wasn’t popular either. Stiles got pulled into the existence of supernatural creatures just like what had happened to him earlier, the only difference was that he didn’t have a best friend but then now he has a football team mate that is werewolf so that counts too.

" I HAVE PAID MY DUES. TELL YOUR PATHETIC SON TO SORT OUT THIS MESS. DO NOT DARE ME ALEXIA." Alexia gulped in real fear as his hand closed in on her throat. She couldn't command him to stop. She could feel her life force slipping away gradually, as she panicked. Where the hell did everyone go? Where is Stiles? " Let my mother go," Stiles growled. Alden barely turned, his wolf flinched at the disrespectful tone. His human was the calmer person, he wasn't so unforgiving and with the full moon approaching, he was antsy.

Stella’s POV I am standing in the forest. Everything is going in slow motion. Wolves are running around me and blood is flying everywhere. William and my parents are there too using spells to kill as many of the rogues as they can. I just stand there stunned. Cole’s wolf leaps from behind me and lands on another wolf ripping into his throat. Anger radiates from me. I know I can’t stop what’s about to happen next. I fall to my knees screaming as a light flows out of my chest again.

This indiscriminate insult was undoubtedly a slap to herself in the face. I walked up to her, flashed my sharp wolf claws, and said coldly, "Don't forget, this is werewolf territory. How dare you, a delicate human, go crazy in here without Winston’s protection? Do you want to die?" My wolf claws were very sharp. Stacy was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor.

“We do. Like I said, most use it as an opportunity to show off.’’ “But don’t wolves and vampires hate each other?’’ ’’We do, but we are on Stoll’s land, so most vampires keep themselves in check. And even with me here, the wolves wouldn’t want to attack.’’ “So I’m guessing that just as how you are a powerful vampire, this Stoll guy is a powerful wolf.’’ ’’Yes, they rank him as the second strongest wolf, even though I find that unfair because he has the help of Hades and the fates. And his wife is Dracula’s daughter, so that makes them a force to reckon with. I personally think he should be the first.’’ ’’Who is the first?’’ ’’The very first man that got turned into a wolf.’’

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

Such a delicate wolf girl. Anyway, it was my turn to play my character. I had no idea who was Thomas but I knew he was her uncle through her conversation to herself. It was not hard insulting him as the stupid, useless and ugly werewolf cause he was each one of them. Who is his mate anyway? How can someone be mate of such an ugly creature? Look at me, if I hadn’t had to hide, every vampire girl in Goldenwood would die to touch me. And who knows Blackwood’s she-wolf would fall for me too.