Strong Werewolf Novels & Stories

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.

The frantic pounding of my heart grows ever so violently against my chest. I can feel the frigid warmth of their body heat ricocheting through me; like an ironic joke compared to the ice-cold shiver consuming my entire body. I can’t move, I can’t think, and I can’t breathe. Like I'm stuck, paralyzed from the head down. Could it be the wolf shifter from 7 years ago? Is this really my last day? But even if so, I decide I will not go down without a fight.

A ridiculously good-looking one though. "That huge zit on your face," I snapped back. He narrowed his eyes at me. "That's not even possible." Damn, so he must have been a werewolf. Although I, personally, couldn't distinguish between our kind, they could recognize I was one of them—I apparently still smelled like one even without my wolf. "Guess you must be growing weak then," I came back quickly. "Too weak to fight off acne now! Before you know it, your hair will recede, and you'll get scrawny. Then you'll be just as ugly as your personality!"

"Don't be scared. I will not hurt you. I am the moon goddess." "What do you want with me?" My voice was trabbeling. I was so scared that I couldn't move. When I found the strength to move again I walked backwards, but I came with my back against what felt like a wall. thé woman came closer and I saw that she was pure withe even her skin was. I felt her power and I knew she was not from this world. She was neither a ghost. It was like she was something in between. I know now she was really thé moon goddess. I had heard from it from Ava. I learned that she made all wolves and werewolves on earth. She was the first one of them all. "I was your mother in your first after live."

He also did not know, this was the fresh blood of the wild boar he ate last night, or the blood of the unfortunate hunters, whom he killed in anger. But Adam knew that his situation was really dangerous right now. After breaking free from his werewolf status, Adam could feel the strength in his body weakening. Besides, he also had a kind of feeling of extreme weakness. This is the time when Adam will be in greatest danger. Because, he is also not a true werewolf, he cannot transform himself, only thanks to the moonlit night can he regain his strength. “Wow ooh…” A wolf howled outside the cliff, temporarily making Adam's mood become anxious and panicked. He knew very well that if a wolf passe

A werewolf is also known as a lycanthrope (" wolf-man"), is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction. Werewolves are shape-shifting creatures with unusual speed, strength, reflexes, and senses. They can be like other supernatural creatures, a werewolf is known for having extraordinary abilities. They have super senses of sight, smell, and hearing. Furthermore, werewolves are very fast and have speedy healing abilities. A werewolf can share its thoughts with other werewolves.

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Dad nods, his face hard, like he’s reliving every bit of anger he must have felt when he first heard it. "Werewolf women are stronger and a shewolf with a strong bloodlines are rare. To them, she’s nothing but a way to create powerful hunters... hybrids that are not wolves yet they possess their strength." I feel sick. This isn’t just cruelty. This is something darker, something twisted beyond belief.

I could feel the heat stir around my body, I could feel my blood boil in anger, and whatever it was and why, it was giving me strength, and power. "I'm sure you have met my friend?" He asked, pointing at the man that shifted into a wolf. "He's a lycanthrope, you can also call him, a werewolf. He has super human strength, hearing, speed and can kill all these men in matter of seconds…" he said with pride. "How many did you even kill? Just… five! Five! You have really gone soft! Expected to see all their dead bodies, with your own body torn apart and your head in his hand! What happened to you?"

As I absorbed Freda's answer, a newfound sense of empowerment blossomed within me. Freda's voice softened, filled with compassion. "But it's not just the physical aspect that defines werewolves. They possess a deep bond with their pack, a sense of unity and loyalty that transcends mere friendship. The pack becomes their family, their support system, providing a sanctuary where they can truly be themselves, accepted and understood."