Strong Werewolf Novels & Stories

Duvren asked, watching as the three remaining wolves gritted their teeth in anger, the werewolf, who was not in his wolf form, hissed with anger, while the two werewolves who were on their wolves form howled a thunderous growl, Duvren watched with interest, they were sure given him a melodic drama, "How dare you, witch boy, come to our territory, and you kill our kind, you don't have any fear, do you? The human werewolf asked, his facing depicting hate and loathe, for the witch, he knew the witch, the witch is a second pure-blooded witch, the fourth-strongest witch in the entire witches race, "Your territory, have you forgotten your status so quick, OK fine, to refresh your memory, you are a

Everyone knows that, each pack has its own professionals and that is why, although in a hospital they are mixed, when there is a case concerning the pack, only those of the pack must attend them. Each pack takes care of its own affairs and it is only when there is a problem or accident involving several members of the pack that they work as a team. But, that was not my case. So, I did not understand why she approaches me. Immediately, my mother-in-law steps in and angrily, she shows her claws and how she slowly turns into a she-wolf. A werewolf is stronger than a human, even if it shows itself as one, but, in its wolf form, the strength is greater.

She said, "You're a werewolf. Wherever you go, bloodshed follows. That's your destiny. You are either subject to the rules of the jungle or get consumed by it. The sooner you face it, the earlier you get stronger. Your mate sorted this out when he was a little boy. Look how quickly he has climbed up the ladder from the bottom rung and how powerful and strong he is now. You can be like him, you know." I argued, "I don't want to be like him! Powerful and strong as he is, he's still just a self-loathing bastard lingering with his last breath in a swirl of hatred and despair. He drags whoever is around with him and watches them drown! He wants to pull me down this time. I won't let them get what

"Just one fucking mission! Take that girl off the land of the living! Yet, you dare to fail?!" "I really did my best, Miss Kardashian. Please believe me." He cried. "Obviously, your best was not enough!" I yelled, slamming my hand on the table. "With the elbow I gave her at the side of her stomach, she was supposed to drop dead instantly. Because I used my werewolf stress. You also know that as a warrior of a pack, my strength is twice that of normal werewolves because warriors are meant to protect." He explained to me. "I don't know how she managed to survive that hit."

And you. "Protect me from what?" I yelled bitterly. "From becoming a problem." The words came from somewhere behind me, and I turned around only to see another man strut into the conference room like he owned the damn place. Tall, expensive suit, eyes like hot coal. "From being used as leverage against your son and his royal family." "And you are?" "Marcus Stone." He smiled, but it did not reach those cold, calculating eyes. "I represent some traditional factions within the Werewolf community."

The marks of the rope were wrapped around them. "My wolf is strong, but she has been dormant for a long time. She just ascended that day. Shiva is the second strongest werewolf in our world. First was goddess Alectrona's descendant, of which we don't know who or where that creature is!" The more I explained, the more he was confused.

It didn't take much of a look for me to recognize Felix's iconic red mane as he stood by. "Argon." Finally someone sobber to talk some sense into Diego. Standing at 7'2, Argon was easily the biggest werewolf and most likely the last of his kind; the Dire werewolf. Creatures of legend, even to their own kind, Dire Wolves are known to have been the strongest wolves to have walked the earth, characterized by their unusual height and eerie heterochromatic irises. Wasn't much the talkative type either, at least he'd be enough to get Diego back into the mansion before he broke his nose or something.

he asked with confusion. Katie Clyde grabbed her stomach "why did you make such a silly joke, how can you say you are a werewolf? do you know what you are even saying?" Pascal frowned and reposted "I am serious, I wasn't lying" Katie Clyde was momentarily shocked, she exhaled and then demanded "show me" Pascal looked hesitantly "are you sure?" Katie Clyde nodded "of course, I want to see your real wolf form" Pascal lowered his head, raising it, his eyes became beet red, his facial structure distorted, and his fangs started growing.

he replied "Can't we device a means to kill them? I mean..they know how to defeat us even on the full moon." Axel sighed "Nina..the thing is we're yet to face the most powerful of them.He's the main cause of this war.His mother was a werewolf.She married a vampire,a forbidden act.She was killed along with the vampire.They had him before that though." "So you can imagine.He's a half werewolf.He knows our every weaknesses.Probably the one who gave away the tactic of defeating us even on the full moon"

It can last an hour, a few hours, or a whole day. It depends on the condition of each werewolf. Every werewolf also has different expressions at this time. Some people like to sleep, yes some people get angry, some can't control their transformation but most of the sexual desire. For werewolves with strong sexual desires at night "awakening", it has long been called by werewolves with the name "estrus" night. Here it is a golden time for reproduction.