Strong Werewolf Novels & Stories

My heart lodged in my throat. Christian’s fists balled at his sides. “Say that again.” They stood there like two lions locked in a silent challenge. Neither moved. The tension snapped and stretched until it felt unbearable, like the moment right before lightning strikes. I stood frozen between them, knowing damn well Christian was stubborn enough to fight this guy, and worse, reckless enough to lose. And I knew what this man was, what he really was. A really strong werewolf, stronger than alphas.. He could kill us both without blinking.

Battling weaker packs and overtaking their lands for power, making my pack, The Dark Wolf pack, one of the largest and strongest in the world. This particular alpha has fought a good fight. Alphas are known to be proud and confident, but the last pack I defeated, their alpha had surrendered to save his life. Right now, I feel power surge through my whole body. I can barely feel all the pains and injuries from the fight, I would heal eventually. After all, we werewolves are known for our super healing powers. I howled at the moon. Another victory.

“Give me your phone and your money,” the man in front of me demands. “Now!” He's big, sure, all three are. They look no older than twenty, all tall, all well muscled and all, from the smell, entirely human. I might look small and lightly built, but I am a werewolf and I am stronger than any human. Stronger, faster, tougher and much quicker to heal. That little knife is no better against me than a water pistol.

Gus’s presence was showing also. “It's OK, we won't hurt you,” Jim stated as he rose to his feet. “You are monsters,” she panted. “I guess you could say that,” I chuckled. “But Ezekiel is a monster too, the strongest and most powerful werewolf. He is a bad man, a murderer. Kitty, you need to stay away from him,” I warned her. “But he said he loves me,” she gulped. “No he doesn't. He isn't capable of emotions,” Jim added as he told her how he killed his parents. Kitty listened with tear-stained eyes as Jim told her everything.

I don't know why even though I don't like her, but I feel sad every time I remember Charmaine. Rumor has it that Edward Adler's 20-year-old youngest daughter was born an Omega. Alex explained to me that Omega is a werewolf who can't change himself into his wolf form, because that's why Omega is usually considered weaker than normal werewolves. No one could confirm this rumor because Adler confined his daughter in their fiefdom, only his first son as Alpha's successor was introduced to the public. We both think it's for that reason that Adler was so thirsty for power and strength.

“Yes, I meant it. I meant every word. And it worked, I’m sure of it. I’m pregnant with your baby, Lars.” “What?!” I took his hand and brought it to place it open-palmed against my stomach. “Can you feel that? Three heartbeats now.” “WHAT?!” He looked nothing short of motherfucking thunderstruck. I smiled, not unkindly. “Now I’m carrying your baby, Lars. Werewolf law dictates, your will belongs to me now. And Werewolf Law is Werewolf Magick.” I said, in a voice not quite my own. More clear, harder. Powerful. I felt POWERFUL.

I asked, finding it hard to believe. "Yeah, because I am one." Derek told an unbelievable truth... "No! You're a human like myself." Ilet go of my wooden spoon... "Really? Then tell me what happened last night was ordinary.". He left me to answer, but when I couldn't give any response, he continued, "Sarah, I am a Werewolf, but I am cursed, and I need an antidote to cure me from losing myself.". . He looked at Justin with a sad counterance. I wasn't understanding anything, and so I asked, "What curse? And what was the ritual for?".I asked him another question...

Kamron is a certified coward. If he’s really a wolf, why would he be scared to tell the truth to Simon? I don’t know. Maybe super strength isn’t a thing with real werewolves. Stupid reality. Why does it always have to come crashing in and destroying my marvelous fantasies about feeling tingles when I touch someone’s hand thereby finding my mate and becoming a stronger version of myself.

"As I mentioned before, there were seven werewolf packs before Andrew and the Queen ruled together. Lycans are the strongest, essentially the royalties of our time. Elemental wolves are the offspring of a werewolf mating with a witch. Crescent wolves only shift when there's a full moon. Cursed wolves could have been normal shifters if it weren't for the fact that they lose self-control over their wolves during a full moon, red moon, or blue moon. Pack wolves, like your previous pack, live under the rules of an alpha. Rogues used to live together but without following the pack's rules. They don't follow an alpha and prefer to be individuals.

Villages perished. But werewolves? They were superior beings. They were unaffected by the bacteria and viruses. Immune to it. Afraid of the werewolf race's invincibility and growing population. Human gods realised that there was only one way to eliminate this threat. And that was. Self destruction. To make one of their kind, the most powerful. Who will end the werewolf existence. And that's when they gave rise to the strongest wolf known in history. The Death Wolf. It was not easy to find the human soul who will be it's perfect counterpart until a little orphan boy came , on door of death.