Stiles As A Werewolf Novels & Stories

"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."

The combined scent of hundreds of powerful werewolves, all on edge, was a potent mix of musk, aggression, and fear. I stood on the altar stone with Lillian slightly behind me, Marcus and Jax flanking us. We were exposed, a tiny island in a sea of potential enemies. Lillian trembled, not from the cold, but from the weight of hundreds of predatory gazes—many of which lingered on her, knowing the monster wore her face. Selene of the Neutrals stepped forward, her expression unreadable. “You have called this gathering, human. You bear the mark of the bond, yet your Alpha is absent. You show us horrors and make a fantastical claim. Speak your piece. Quickly.”

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.”

"What?" I whispered sharply. Alex who was just about to eat his roast chicken looked up at Balthazar with his dark, furious expression. Balthazar stared at me, his gray eyes as if warning me to be careful with my speech. "It looks like the werewolves from the Yellowstone Pack caught Dimitri.?

Complacency equals death. Milos is a tall, handsome, young man, a full-blooded werewolf. His father, Stocles, is the head of the Conscientious wolf pack, and of course, he is a man of war. He has known war all his life, and he only married Milos’ mother so he could procreate and keep the bloodline running. Stocles begins to take Milos hunting right from the time the latter is five and has since taught him all he needs to know about war. The Rogues have been successfully controlled by Stocles, and he wants to keep it this way. Thus, he equips his son with adequate knowledge to lead and protect the pack, and Milos, a valiant young man, learns obediently under his father’s rigorous tutelage.

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."