Stiles As A Werewolf Novels & Stories

If this can make Alpha Dylan want her more, then there will be nothing to worry about anymore, she thought and quickly hid it before worrying about how she could get access to his food. The war with these strange werewolves was successful, with Lily making sure they left with damages that would be hard to get fixed. “That was wonderful,” Alpha Gabriel praised, but she didn’t respond. Not even a smile. She walked into her room and then her bathroom, soaking her entered body in the bathtub, and had her eyes closed.

Laughter emanates from them like this is fun for them. I hear their footsteps before I see them, they are three in total. Dressed in long capes. I see a logo on their shirt. I decipher it immediately; a wolf being beheaded. I know Eligio mentioned something about him not being alone in this but I didn’t expect this. "A vampire in the den of the wolves," one of them smirks. I am angry right now. So angry that I am one of them, that I am a vampire. I have never hated being a vampire as much as I do at this moment.

A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest. He had transformed. A werewolf. And then he spoke, his voice low and commanding. “I am the King of the Moonbound Werewolves. Eryx Bloodban.” he said. And that’s when everything went black.

I turned to the other traitor, Stylo, a lean and wiry werewolf with black fur. His eyes were flashing with intensity, and he was glaring at me with all the power left in his pale body. I moved closer to him, with a mocking smile on my face, and I playfully cupped his bloody chin.

Deucalion I repeated in my head. I felt him stop. I didn't raise my head, scared to be seen by his kind. I thought him allowing me to stay with him would just be us two, not with his entire kind. Foolish me I should have known since he was the leader of the werewolves. "Sit up," I heard him command me. My body shivers nervously as I did, showing myself to his kind. They were as frightened as I was of seeing them. "She's a human," a dark-haired she-wolf who seemed within the same age as me, 18, said surprisingly.

I said hastily and grabbed my school bag and ran out of the classroom. "Class is about to start!" Kate shouted. I could hear Kate's voice when I was outside the door but I wasn't in the mood to respond. I had to get out of here, as quickly as possible. If I didn't regain my composure, I would shift right in the classroom in front of all my classmates. More than anyone else, I knew Mia's words were true. Because… I was the werewolf she saw. My ancestors were weak werewolves, they were bullied by other wolves and had to hide in human society. They married humans, creating hybrids between humans and werewolves.

I was the daughter of an Alpha, our strength was to be measured with that of the highest-ranked werewolves. But we were one and they were more than a dozen. The leader bowed his head slowly. The lower he got the more he started to show his teeth. He was the one they were waiting for, this was their indicator to attack. ’Ready?’ Ready The wolves started howling and one by one they attacked. One minute… Five rogues were biting, clawing, and ripping at us. Two minutes… Another three joined in and one got ahold of Stellas hind leg. Three minutes…

Lord Mortifer stop, and looked from Stasia to I. “Oh, the goddess did well with this pairing. A rare Jester/ Faite female with and a direct descendent of Lucien Lycan. The first werewolf. Your many greats grandfather was an amazing man.” He hugs us both in his long arms. Stasia is a what? I am the grandson of the original Lycan. Aren’t all werewolves? “How do you know any of that? I was left to die by my mother, raised in the human world. I new nothing of my heritage until I was 13. I still don’t know real information.” Stasia said as she pulled away.

He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front. His growling heavily and he was looking at Accalia differently. It seems that he was not in his right mind. Rogues are werewolves that either have been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will but some of them weren't in their right mind and only wants to kill or eat anything, just like a human. The eyes of the werewolf turned darker, which means his action will be more aggressive and he wouldn't care even if he would get wounds or be killed. Just like what Accalia encountered before... This Rogue only wants to kill her.