The Claiming Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

he growled in annoyance as he tightened his embrace. “I’d rather you tell me about what Mellisa told me today” I baited him and saw him raise an eyebrow in displeasure. “Can I tell you the whole story after officially claiming you?” I tilted my head in confusion before understanding what he meant. Claiming for a werewolf is like a marriage without divorce, it lasts forever therefore separation after claim is rare, no, it’s not possible. I started beating his chest which made him laugh out loud. “What?” He asked as if the situation was funny for him.

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

"Zara told me they'll help me discover my powers. What does she mean?" "Werewolves have their unique abilities apart from just transforming. The Elders are the wise ones that see into the future," she says. I stare at her, listening to every word. This is my first step in understanding who I am. I'm ready. "We have the walkers who are the warriors. They have heightened senses and speed used to fight." She pauses for a moment. "Then there's a rare kind of werewolf that can perform magic but they have been extinct for a very long time now."

Caroline put her foot ahead then her mind said, " Hey! What are you doing? How can you believe in a stranger and that also in a guy." She again put her leg back. "Why are you thinking so much? Just get inside before he changes his mind to give you lift and leave you here alone. You're already a werewolf, brave daughter of a strong alpha of a pack." Her heart persuaded her. "So what if you're a werewolf? Nowadays, humans are more monsters than werewolves. " her mind warned her. "Oie.. Caroline flustered and uttered, " both of you stop fighting." She said so loudly that he got confused too and muttered to himself, " Both? " and he looked around out of the car from the window, " who's the other

I crossed my arms over my chest while watching her work because something in her tone suggested this was worse than she was letting on. "He's an Alpha wolf which means his genetics are different from a normal pack member and his body is trying to compensate for the missing magic by triggering an early wolf emergence." Fatima straightened up and faced us both with an expression that said she was about to deliver bad news. "If that happens before his body is ready it will kill him because children his age aren't physically capable of surviving their first shift." The words hung in the air between us like a death sentence. Brock cursed under his breath while running his hand through his hair, p

The whispers among the wolves grew louder, tales of disappearances and strange occurrences reaching Amelia's ears. One evening, as the pack gathered around the campfire, a wounded wolf stumbled into their midst. The wolf's fur was matted with blood, and fear flickered in its eyes. Amelia rushed to its side, her heart pounding. "What happened? Who did this to you?" she demanded. The wounded wolf gasped for breath, struggling to speak. "The Hunters... They're coming. They seek to eradicate all werewolves... It's a trap." Amelia's blood ran cold. The Hunters. The ancient order of humans who despised and hunted werewolves. They were relentless, driven by their conviction to eliminate what they s

“Stop kneeling! Stop listening to me!” Both wolves jerked violently and one of them choked while the other slammed his head into the dirt again, harder this time, like he was trying to obey a command that didn’t make sense. Lyra’s voice trembled. “She’s not even commanding them consciously anymore…” My chest tightened as my wolf lifted his head instinctively, a low rumble building in his chest. I knew this was bad because I was certain Malrik could feel that another Alpha was laying a claim on his territory now.

I lied smoothly. That name changed the air as I'd hoped. After all, they were all aware of the fact their almost Luna turned out to be a psychopath Melbringer that bewitched their Alpha into abandoning them. At least that’s what they believe. I saw a torrent of emotions ripple through the werewolves like lightning across the fur. Fear. “We caught the tail of your scent,” the girl interjected without blinking. “We’re here to protect Springville from foreign invasion. Until we have a standing Alpha, we claim full territorial rights.”

They also sent invitations to the Alpha, Luna from the Midnight Moon—which is the pack Leandre’s going to inherit soon. “Wait for me here, Nikki. I’ll help Valerie out with the supplies from the packhouse. Here… you can read this while waiting for us. It’s the myth on how werewolves were created.” He places a white leather-bound book in front of me. I take the book and lean my back on the chair. The pages of the book are worn out and there were scribbles of names written at the back. Year. Alpha. Luna. Beta. Beta Female.