Stiles As A Werewolf Novels & Stories

I tell them as bring Ash onto my lap. "Myself, Chris and also Nate here are known as Lycans, Ash here is a werewolf shifter, and is pretty much the last of her kind." I say as Kim and Toni both look at me with wide eyes. "So, it's true then." We hear Paul say as he walks over to me and Ash and puts the back of his hand to her fourhead. A low growl slips mast my lips as another male is touching my mate. "What the hell are you talking about?" Kim shouts with tears in her eyes.

But I didn't let it stop me as I ran as fast as I could towards the sound of the battle. The massive field that led to the pack was covered in blood and bodies and I felt my steps falter at the horrible sight. Even in my wolf form, my stomach churned and I fought not to vomit, peering through the smoke and chaos in search of my mates. I saw Greyson then, standing tall in his massive wolf form along with Jaxon and Kade. The three were standing over a female. I frowned, moving forward, trying to recognize her. I whimpered when I saw the body of Tally strewn over a large bolder, blood pouring from a giant bite wound at her throat. I hated this.

"And what makes it worst, you show no respect you little vermin. Do you not know who I am?" The others behind me mumble about her, but still no one moves to defend the slave. I can't either. We have no status here, and attempting to do so would only worsen your chances of survival. Werewolves were fickle creatures. At times they were human, though lacking the same compassion for their pack members towards us. Then at other times they were more animalistic. Especially in their mating season. "Do you not?!" She screams at her once more before taking a fist full of her hair and pushed her into the ground.

I tried to lift my arm, to reach out and take his offered hand, but the pain searing through my muscles was excruciating. My bones felt like they were made of liquid lead. My arm dropped back down into the bloody snow, entirely useless. I was completely naked, shivering so violently my teeth were clicking together. Stiles noticed. He didn’t hesitate. He immediately dropped his outstretched hand, shifting Mael securely into the crook of his left arm. He stepped carefully over the gruesome, decapitated remains of the wererat and crouched down right beside me in the snow.

Aleister had never seen a werewolf of this size before, and with its spotless white fur and tall stature, it represented the last member of the legendary line of Ilgara. Her metamorphosis is completely complete and she is able to roar like a wolf with pointed ears and a thick, fluffy white tail. She started howling like a wolf on the night of the full moon, and that meant one thing. She will kill the sheep and eat its flesh raw. Aleister backed away without realizing, but stopped as soon as his eyes met hers. She was a completely different person at this moment, one who would not hesitate for a flash to tear him apart. And to fulfill his meditations, she rushed at high speed to pounce on Ale

Now she came to a conclusion: the werewolf was Caspian. "Y—you're Caspian?” Callista said in a weak and trembling voice. She did not believe it at all. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have thought that her stepbrother was a werewolf. "Cally! What took you so long? Is Caspian in his room?" Lysandra called out as she stepped closer to the room. Callista's heart skipped a beat when she heard her mother's voice. Her face grew pale. She was sure that no one knew about this matter, so she would also keep it a secret from anyone, as she did not want to make Caspian angry and finish him off.

"But there is one question from my end, just for you, Lexie! What do you really think of yourself- a bitch!?" So I wrapped up the threads of the old conversation which I had been arranging, and the plan of ignoring Abby was thrown out of the window real soon because I was ready to counter her insults. "Of course not, Abby! How can you forget this crucial information about our kind? We all are werewolves; we might be counted as half-humans, but no matter how badly you want to be a bitch, which you already are, according to my thoughts and observations– we can only end up turning into wolves."

Carmen whispered back, causing me to freeze and give Carmen a questioning look. "Why wouldn't he? He could seriously get hurt!" I felt the light touch of a hand on my head causing me to turn back to Lane with a glare, but that wasn't enough. He smuggled himself between me and Carmen, putting his arms around both of us. Then he leaned over to my ear and whispered, "You have no idea the kind of man Abel is. Since he was young, he'd been ripping lions apart. What is a simple werewolf in front of him? Just watch."

he asked with confusion. Katie Clyde grabbed her stomach "why did you make such a silly joke, how can you say you are a werewolf? do you know what you are even saying?" Pascal frowned and reposted "I am serious, I wasn't lying" Katie Clyde was momentarily shocked, she exhaled and then demanded "show me" Pascal looked hesitantly "are you sure?" Katie Clyde nodded "of course, I want to see your real wolf form" Pascal lowered his head, raising it, his eyes became beet red, his facial structure distorted, and his fangs started growing.

“You’re just going to accept it?” “Hmm,” Jules looked around them before shrugging slightly. “I’m a werewolf with a vampire mate, hiding in a warehouse from Van Helsings looking to eradicate all of supernatural kind, with a bunch of vampires and witches, and there’s people out there that we’re calling zombies because they like to bite people. At this stage, Aislen… or Morgana… Whatever you’re calling yourself, you could tell me you farted fairy dust and I’d be inclined to believe you.”