Story Werewolf Novels & Stories

Instead, it brought a new level of understanding, compassion, and strength to their community. With the support of the pack, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel embarked on a journey of discovery. They sought to redefine the boundaries of love within their werewolf society, challenging long-held beliefs and prejudices. They organized gatherings, where werewolves from different packs came together to share their experiences and perspectives on love and relationships. These gatherings became a catalyst for change, fostering understanding and unity among the supernatural community.

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

“What should we do?” “Replacing the blood might help,” Kevin advised. Hazel pleaded with him to bring the blood bottles for Wyatt, but also to keep things low. Werewolves? Seriously? She rushed inside and opened her laptop, spending the next two hours researching werewolves, their myths, and the things that affected them the most. According to her findings, werewolves were humans with the ability to shapeshift into wolves. They possessed enhanced senses and faster healing abilities. They could die from a silver knife or silver in their blood, while wolfsbane acted like acid to their skin.

he started, his finger tapping on the printout of an article about that subject. “The killings started many years ago when innocent werewolves began disappearing. Then their dead bodies would turn up without any solid evidence as to what or who had happened to them. This was back when Sawyer’s father was the alpha of the pack,” he paused, showing a picture of a man with high cheekbones and a striking broad jaw. His eyes were thin and hawk-like, gray to the point that they could easily blend with the whites of his eyes if too much light was shone on them.

“The guy I met last weekend — umm, what's his name again? Barry or maybe Larry, shit I can’t remember his name, but he just didn't do it for me—Maybe I just need to meet the right guy.” AWOOOO! A loud howl ripped through the silent night, startling the girls. The werewolf was pissed, how dare this Barry or Larry touched her. How dare he sampled what rightfully belonged to him. He told himself if he ever got his paws on this filthy guy, his head would roll, literally. It howled again, louder this time. “What the hell was that?” Katherine asked as she grabbed onto her friend.

It feels horrible, dropping all this responsibility back in his lap, but we couldn’t come up with a better solution. I step out on the lawn just as the sun starts colouring the horizon purple and orange. My heart beats in my stomach, and I have to fight the nausea that’s threatening to overwhelm me. Jasper walks around the house, carrying a sheathed sword. We don’t use them often. Werewolves prefer hand-to-hand combat, but we have them in case vampires attack. “Thanks,” I say and take the weapon from him.

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

Because she was the only one who could prevent my elder son from killing my younger son. "Five Million!!", Now it's my turn to be surprised. When I would be lying if I say that I was just surprised in fact, I was shocked as well. I saw my son glaring at me and then his eyes zeroed on his wife. If looks could kill then the person who brought that bitch to this state would have been dead by now. "Five Million!! Oooh! This's too much. This's the highest bid amount for any werewolf which we had sold in the history.", The bidder said. "Five Million one, Five Million two...and sold."

I insisted. “On what.” “Werewolves,” I blurted out, standing up while staring at him. I did not miss the slight parting of his lips before he masked the surprise with concern. “Werewolves? Are you a fan of one of those werewolf horror movies? To be honest, I do like them a lot too. They’re better than the mushy romances teenagers are always writing about us.” “Us?” “Humans, and also werewolves, demons, angels.”

West said. “Look closely at me, you have seen me before. Maybe you will not remember now, but you definitely will remember. I'm sorry I had to do this, it is just a warning, if you want to live, don’t get involved in this, steer clear from the werewolves and you will be saved.” Fred said.