Story Werewolf Novels & Stories

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.

Silver moonlight pierced through the ancient oaks of Hampstead Heath, casting long shadows across my face as I tracked the hunters' movements. My newfound werewolf senses picked up their acrid scent - gun oil and silver, a deadly combination that made my stomach churn. Three months ago, I'd been nothing more than a corporate executive nursing a broken heart. Now, I stood at the edge of a centuries-old clearing, helping coordinate the defense of a werewolf pack against trained killers.

"You know, Ms. Spitz, I wonder what you know about soldiers or the war which is going on outside of our current borders." I swallowed. "I know that in school that I was taught the snipers and the soldiers on the front lines are usually alphas." "Right you are. Solely alphas. This gives us a single species in which we are seeking to find some way to augment the aggression. My current objective is to find the DNA difference between the three that exist in a heirarchy in our society: alpha, beta, and the elusive omega. We want to use the hypothesis of finding this biological adaptation which differentiated the alpha men from the best of the betas in terms of their physique and their mating

I backed away from him, until I was resting on the wall of my room, and with a perplexed voice, I asked, "What are you?" "I'm a werewolf, Hillary." "Werewolf...as in movie kinda werewolf?" I asked. "Sometimes, movies tell true stories, Hillary, and our kind are one of the true stories." "Wait....you said 'our'. You mean...Ava?" "Yes, Ava is also a werewolf and... so are you." "Excuse me. What!" "I don't know how to explain this to you." His eyes went back to normal and he drew out my reading chair and sat down. "The connection you and I felt, simply means that you're my mate."

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

he revealed which surprised the human. “You mean… those from myths? How do you even know they’re real?” ‘Because I am a werewolf.’ Tyr answered in his head but immediately brush it off, afraid that Zane might hear his unspoken words again. Instead, he tore a piece of his cloth to casually wrap it around his classmate’s arm to stop the bleeding. Zane just let the other guy aid his arm as he is starting to feel the sting from the scratch. “Zeev and I moved in Tilbury to hunt rogues as they are very dangerous to humans. That’s why we are always out here during full moons because they are uncontrollable during those times,” he honestly told.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

the man asked, still looking worried. "Because I'm not afraid of you," I replied. "I just want to understand. Can you tell me more about being a werewolf?" The man sighed and took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Being a werewolf is not easy," he said. "It's a curse that has been passed down through my family for generations. Every blood moon, I transform into a wolf and lose control of my actions. It's a dangerous and violent time, and I always worry about hurting someone or causing harm. That's why I try to stay away from people during those times."

My dreams that night were sweat-filled nightmares filled with wolves and the bastard vampire that attacked me. He repeatedly shoved me against the wall and taunted me. He laughed more the more I bled. The wolves circled, growled, and attacked at random. Derek loomed over me, earnestly telling me things that screamed at me. I had died. I used to be a werewolf. I used to be a vampire. I'd never be able to return. All of my friends and family are no longer with me. Throughout it all, I was engulfed in a vortex of agony that enveloped me.

Lucian got a call from Daniel, Alpha of the red pack, early one morning. They had a rogue attack. The rogues had advanced weapons which had hit some of their highest ranking Betas. Bullets don't work on werewolves unless they were silver. Such bullets were expensive and hard to obtain. The rogues used normal bullets laced with poison. The wolves suffered hours of agony as the poison spread in their bloodstream. They were able to control its spread, but it could be deadly if given in significant quantity.