Supernatural Werewolves Novels & Stories

When we reached our Dorm room a little past noon, we were invited by our best friend and Alpha of Morning Raven Pack, Saxon. We were not normal humans, we are more. We are werewolves, humans with the ability to shift into large wolves. There were several packs around the world and usually we were all friendly to each other. There were rogues, who do not belong to any packs. They are pretty much like human criminals who do not obey the laws of the nation. Rumours say that few rogues even worked as supernatural assassins for money. There are other supernaturals in the world who live among the humans and we hardly met others. Once upon a time the werewolf packs fought between each other for pow

“She didn’t mean it, really. Mommy’s sorry.” “He can still hear us,” said Hunter with a smirk that Emma would gladly smack off his face. “How’s that possible?” asked Vanessa. Hunter grinned. “We’re werewolves. Our senses are more … amplified.” “Which means?” she probed, genuinely curious. “Which means … we see, smell, hear, taste, and feel … better than humans,” he explained in a sort of this-is-self-explanatory tone. “This is true for almost every supernatural. Witches have it easy. They’re almost like humans. Take their magic out of the equation and they’re just like you.”

It is uasually a sort of tradition to have a meeting of Supernatural Council with High ranking Wolves. The werewolf King being the King of Supernaturals was also Headman of the council. Consisting of some other powerful members from Supernatural world- including Vampire King, Elder Werewolf, Oracle and some other members of species. The Supernatural council usually act as a mediator in case any dispute arises between different species. Oracle have vast knowledge of history of supernaturals, Vampire have speed and werewolves have hieghtened senses, strength, mindlink and ability to transfer in wolves.

She slashes the werewolf's face, leaving three wounds on his cheek. Vampires have always been vile creatures, feeding on human blood for their survival. Some use their strength to kill others, some to take advantage of the weak. Their only weakness is sunlight, and they take pleasure in seeing bloodshed. They were the cause of that battle sixteen years ago and because of that battle, werewolves in this world expected their numbers to deteriorate. This is what Chris has always been told. But of course, he rarely visits the supernatural council meetings. He only ever goes to the Alpha gatherings at the werewolf castle—one of the remnants of Nycthopia.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

"Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden." That word—supernatural—makes me freeze, the last vestiges of my human denial crumbling away. “Wait. What other supernatural creatures? I thought we were the big secret.” "Hardly." Her mental tone is one of indulgent superiority. "Vampires. Witches. Fae. Demons, if you want to be dramatic. The things you always thought were fairy tales? They’re very real. They don't all live in a secret world; they just live in their world, which often overlaps

Her primary concern was to maintain equilibrium and prevent any single faction from dominating the others. She closed her eyes, delving into a trance, seeking guidance from the ethereal realms. The ancestors and spirits whispered their knowledge, revealing that a cataclysmic clash between vampires and werewolves would have dire consequences for all supernatural creatures. It wasn't just the werewolf packs who were in danger; the delicate balance of the entire supernatural world hung in the balance.

He placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently and she settled her hand over his. "This is what I know." he began, "The common Supernatural species known to humanity are the Werewolves, Vampires and Witches. We are the only three races that don't mind being out in the open, however, since we're vastly different, a treaty had been created between the Supernatural beings and humankind. "Though it was just the three main races, the treaty states that it classified all Supernatural beings, but the humans outside the white house wouldn't have a single clue how deep our world is." he ran his fingers through his hair, letting it slowly fall back into place.

She declared with a smile positively. “The thing is supernaturals are real”. He paused a bit to see her reaction, probably to see her go crazy or hysterical or probably laugh to his face and call him crazy but surprisingly, none of that came. “The powerful races supernatural world consists of Werewolves, vampires, witches and demons. But the weaker races consists of Sirens, banshees, faes, fairys, mermaids and even elves.” She nods.

'Humans have an imaginative mind,' Kasper just said and a smirked form on his lips. For the past years, Kasper believes to what the only guardian in their village, which is guardian Kitsune, told him. She said that werewolves, have been living peacefully for hundreds of year's and in their time, there wasn't a hunter because humans and werewolves are just living in their world. Changes happened twenty-seven years ago, which is also the year when Flint and Kasper were born.