Stiles As A Werewolf Novels & Stories

I wrinkled my nose then turned my attention back to the tv screen in front of me, although my brain was still thinking about Alex's words. Iris violets. Lycan. The first lineage of werewolves. Everything sounds crazy. 'Maybe I'm wrong." Alex exhaled and opened his eyes again, He looked at me with a half smile. "You are wrong Alex." I gave him a small nod then returned to staring blankly at the tv. ***

Right now I'm checking him out? I am surprised of myself. I don't usually give attention to human visage. I hardly even check out or flirt with my fellow werewolves - not that I know many, and most of them are my cousins - so, this is so unusal for me. The same thing happened earlier today with the man with the blackest hair. "Ah. Okay. You should go home now. I think I heard wild animals howling somewhere," he says trying to have a peek on my face. I freeze in my position, but I am quick to answer.

She was supposed to be unconscious! The girl's eyes glow a golden hue as she stares at Gee menacingly. She suddenly shifts into her white wolf and starts attacking the other two werewolves, her fangs sinking deep into their flesh. Blood stains the ground as one of the werewolves' limbs' is severed and the other's eyes are clawed. "SHIT!" the other one curses. "What are you standing there for?! Help us sedate the woman!" Gee yells at the vampires. "HOW?"

Lilith A black and grey wolf tackled Ryker to the ground and was snapping it's teeth toward his throat. Willow was itching to get out and help Ryker. I was not expecting this kind of pain for my first transformation but as soon as it started it ended. I looked at Silas in wolf form atop of Ryker and bared my teeth at him. I took off running at a fast pace jumping into the air to knock Silas off Ryker and pin him down growling warning him to stop. As soon as Ryker stood up and said, "It's okay Lilly, I am fine he wouldn't dare kill me with the council here."

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.

Could it be that it. Emily couldn't help but step back, looking at Ellie anxiously. "Meow?" Ellie didn't understand and tilted her head, as if asking why she was avoiding her. Emily opened her mouth to explain, but before she could, four dark figures suddenly rushed out from the left, their sharp claws aimed at her face! Ellie realized that the situation was not right, but she could only grab the leg of the last werewolf and was kicked away. Seeing that Emily was about to be surrounded by four werewolves, Ellie used all her strength and let out a loud meow: "Meow!"

He was eating this story up. “Well, turns out it was a werewolf named Kevin Sung. He liked eating fresh heart meat. Instead of hunting deer or elk or some other wildlife, he realized it was easier to hunt humans. He liked overweight, male hearts and figured rest stops were the fastest way to get them. Authorities figured out it was a werewolf, so they hired me.”

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

While Lucy seemed so flippant about everything, I couldn’t help but feel something within me shift with this new knowledge, recognizing there was much more to being a werewolf and part of a pack than I’d ever imagined. Overhearing Lucy place the order, a man offered to buy the drinks for us, but only if we did body shots off each other. Lucy instantly agreed and begged me to do it with her. Not knowing what I was supposed to do, and feeling pretty tipsy at this point anyway, I agreed to it. Lucy lay down on the bar and pulled up her shirt, so her belly button was exposed. The bartender sprinkled salt on her neck and gave her a lime to hold between her teeth. He then explained to me what to d

In comparison, any so called powerful pack line in the whole Beacon Moon Territory would mean absolutely nothing in my hands if my claws chose to strike them down. Lydia Hale and Cora Hale watch the sight with huge, wide eyes filled with total amazement. Stiles, the fierce territory boss who dared to challenge even the most powerful Alphas of the grand pack council, is literally kneeling like a pup right before my boots. The whole scene is completely beyond their comprehension. Even Lydia's mouth is left totally speechless on the grass. If Stiles, such a formidable, scary figure in the underground territory scene, was actually groveling before my body, it only meant one single thing to her b