Stiles As A Werewolf Novels & Stories

Horror was written all over her face when she spoke in a low and trembling voice, “The feared Ceo of the best fashion industry is really a werewolf?” ••• Stiles woke up with a migraine that quickly went away immediately he shook his head sideways. Shortly the memories of everything that happened came rushing in. Letting out a grunt, his eyes changed color to bright red. His wolf was at it again and he hissed loudly trying to keep it calm. However his wolf refused and spat angrily instead *Do you have any idea of what will happen next when a human finds out about our secret?* “I know and I will take care of the issue. Don't worry about it.” Stiles replied to his wolf calmly.

Silas felt his blood boil with anger at the sight of his old nemesis. Stiles used to be part of the wolves Alex trained when they were growing up. They never liked each other and were competitive. Although, because Alex focused of Silas more than any other wolf, Stiles could not best him in a sparring match. Still Stiles was very good as a warrior wolf. He was also ambitious that he left the clan and went to form a rogue pack of his own. No wonder they fought without honor, Silas thought. They are just like their leader. Well, it’s just going to be like old times then… Silas was wrong.

A rogue. My eyes scanned again, green blood seeping from the visible claw marks. “That’s a rogue wolf—” Stiles whispered. “In Orphtra,” I completed. Then my eyes saw it—a white wolf, under the grip of the rogue. Must be a student. But that was not all. There was another person on the ground, clutching his chest. Sky? No wonder why I felt this pain. The mate bond. I heard the crackle of bones beside me. In less than five seconds, Stiles and I had shifted. We didn't need orders; he knew what should be done. Instantly, he had launched towards the rogue, knocking it down with full force.

I didn't turn and that meant I was human. It was a surprise because that situation was rare. Even though my mother was human, werewolf genes were superior to that of men, so a werewolf always gave birth to a werewolf, but here I was a human amongst wolves, literally. It worsened my situation and everything got worse. My life, however, changed when Throgan came into my life. An heir to a growing business whom I met at one of the few parties I was allowed to attend.

“What are your thoughts on that?” “What werewolves?” Aislen raised an eyebrow at Phillip. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but the Triquetra are hybrid, Talen’s a vampire, and I’m… well, an Emissary whatever that is. A child of a god,” she corrected herself as Stella made a slight movement. “I get it, a descendent from a god. A telepath, and a half-trained witch,” she added, with a wry smile. “None of us are werewolves, and if we’re leading the battle against the Van Helsings, and if I’m this so-called Emissary that everyone’s counting on, then the answer is, no, the werewolves won’t defeat the Van Helsings, because my mates and I will.”

She stuttered, feeling difficult to breathe normally as she shrieked away from him. Damon sighed while looking down as the lighter went off so he pressed it again and turned it on. "I'm a werewolf, Riley." He said calmly whereas on the other hand Riley was losing her mind. "P...please.. let me go." She stuttered slowly while pushing at his torso with her finger only, not wanting to touch him but he didn't move back and stood rooted between her legs. "It's not safe outside. There are more like him. I cannot let you leave." His voice came out calm but there was a hint of anger in it.

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

It will be better if I can pass out at once. The black wolf in front of me evaporated like a thick gray mist on a cold morning. In less than five seconds, the misty wolf was replaced by another young man of Justin's age who stood with his hands on his hips. He grinned at Justin and me. I practically slapped Justin's arm muscles and made my palms heat on my own. “Who is he?” I whispered to Justin. “He's just juggling, isn’t he?” Justin looked at me in surprise. “Extremely not! He is a wolf-shifter! You still don't know?”

Without hesitation, Alex's protective instincts kicked in. The sight of an innocent life in danger reignited his strength. He could see the intention to shoot in the men's eyes. With a burst of speed and power, he rushed forward, determined to save her. The scene erupted into chaos as Alex threw himself into the fray, With a roar, Alex lashed out, his claws raking across the concrete pillars, leaving deep gashes. He smashed car windows and hurled debris, each act of destruction, his primal fury unleashed once more. The men were caught off guard, their bullets missing their mark as Alex moved with supernatural agility. He fought with a ferocity that only a werewolf could muster, his red-shot

He asked him. Justin rolled his head and then responded to the question nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, she came during the incantations, but aside from that, nothing happened.". He clarified to Derek. "I see, but don't you think we should at least tell her the truth?".He turned to me and continued, "Sarah, do you believe in Werewolves?" He paused at the end of that question. "Werewolves? Are you they real?". I asked, finding it hard to believe.