Supernatural Alpha Werewolf Novels & Stories

“You don’t believe this, right?” Dalett shrugged. “I’m not sure. You’re talking about a beast, and she’s talking about werewolves. I’m not sure I have anything to contribute.” Selena rolled her eyes, regretting even asking Dalett. “What’s an Alpha?” she asked Trisha, still struggling to accept what she was hearing. Trisha continued reading. “Alphas are the leaders of the pack. They’re the strongest and do whatever it takes to protect their pack. If you’re bitten by one and don’t die, you... might get infected.”

Her presence commanded respect and admiration, and the coven members felt honored to be in the company of such a revered witch. Dean, on the other hand, was a werewolf Alpha from a pack in Connecticut, known for his strength, loyalty, and unwavering commitment to his pack members. His leadership skills had earned him the respect of both humans and supernatural beings alike, and his reputation as a protector and guardian was well deserved.

He was unaware until now that the first five werewolves to be bitten by the Alpha would transform into the unusual wolf known as Theta if they survived the bite. Theta wolves serve as Alpha's right hand and second in command. Without realising it, Simon created a werewolf who could match him in strength and that is… Scarlett.

And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewol

But until I find the pack responsible for the reoccurring nightmares I can’t. “Mykel? Are you ok?” Lilith’s silky voice instantly calming the rapid beating of my heart as she wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my back. She knew I suffered when I closed my eyes, I think that’s why she tolerates me. She felt it all through our bond, the fear the hate every emotion I felt that moment in time. I had expected her to run a mile after that day, I’d changed; I wasn’t the happy go lucky guy I previously was. It was that day I was forced to leave school and become Alpha and the day I discovered my wolfs gift. I’m a silver wolf, and each of my kind are gifted by the moon goddess. My so-cal

Amelia's magic and Ethan's quick precision proved to be formidable weapons against their supernatural foes. But just as their victory seemed within reach, a bone-chilling howl pierced through the night. It wasn't the pain-filled cry of a werewolf but a soul-shaking call of something more sinister. Amelia's eyes widened with dread as a massive figure emerged from the shadows, dwarfing even the previously aggressive werewolves. It was the Alpha. The Alpha's eyes gleamed with an unholy brightness, a fusion of beast and malevolence. A sinister grin spread across his muzzle, revealing long, sharp fangs. It was clear that the Alpha possessed a power far beyond that of the others.

Charlotte tried to say something about this incident, but thinking that it’s not going to happen again, she replied his query with her own. “Who are you? I just want to know your name so I can repay your kindness, my savior.” That tall powerful man was bothered at her question, but still, he replied patiently. “I am Alpha Eric Dietor of the Silver Moon Pack, the head of Werewolf Council. I noticed that you are injured by werewolves, tell me what happened here?” His booming Alpha tone terrified her, she panicked at this bigger issue now. He is THE ALPHA ERIC, overachiever neighboring Alpha who is ruling over several packs with iron fist. She was aghast at this uncanny revelation.

Nyra Lucien snarled, the sound no longer fully human. Bones cracked, fur erupted across his broadening shoulders, his clothes shredding as his body exploded into the massive black wolf that was his true Alpha form. He lunged forward, closing his jaws around a vampire’s arm, and tearing it clean off at the shoulder. Blood arced across the wall in a hot splash that spattered my cheek. I wiped it away with the back of my hand and grinned.

The same smell that had been in my nightmares. One of them—the tallest—spoke first. His voice was calm. “The White Wolf. Awake at last.” Damon stepped in front of me. He was ready to fight. “You’re on Silver Crest land " he said. "Leave.. Die.” The tall one laughed. A short laugh. “We’re not here for your pack Alpha. We’re here for her.” My wolf growled inside me. A low growl came out of my throat. The tall one tilted his head. "You feel it don’t you? The pull. The destiny. You were born to end this.. To save it.. Either way—you end with us.”

An image flashed inside my head, a filthy one with Maverick’s large hot, and needy body covering mine and fucking me. He passed me a grin as if he could read my thoughts. “Forget what? That your pussy got wet with just a few of my words? Funny how I didn’t even have to touch you.” I knew the color was rising over my cheeks. “I wasn’t turned on!” He chuckled, “Don’t lie to an Alpha. My sense of smell and instincts are far better than yours.” I rolled my eyes. “Typical werewolf with a god complex.” “It’s confidence, baby. I know I’m better than most species.”