The Vampire Diaries Werewolf Novels & Stories

"This is Kalyssa Carran. She's a new member of our Pack." "It's a pleasure," I said, not questioning the fact that she was still human. I assumed that they might have been intending for her to go through the Ceremony of Making, where she would be bitten and turned into a werewolf, claimed by the Pack. Werewolves were a lot like vampires: they could be made or born. When a vampire and a human had a child, the baby was a dhampir. However, when two werewolves had a child, the baby is born fully werewolf, which was what Elias was. I wasn't sure about Xander, but it wasn't my business.

I looked at each of them slowly. “What if I told you there was another way?” The youngest blinked. “What way?” “Leave.” They stared at me like I’d just suggested flying. “You’re joking,” one of the others said. “I’m not.” I leaned forward slightly. “Join us.” The tallest wolf narrowed his eyes. “Us?” “We have wolves,” I said. “And vampires.” That got their full attention. “Vampires?” the seventeen-year-old blurted. “You’re fighting with vampires?”

Before she knew it he was right there beside her as she felt a gush of wind. "I do." he whispered in her ears "But a vampire can have as many wives as he wants" "It is not the same for a werewolf." Nina returned back to him sharply "My mate cannot have another wife." Damon stared at her quietly for a while then he suddenly flashed a smile at her. "Watch your little mouth,Luna." his eyes turned red "I can rip your throat out any second.So go on...choose a dress." Nina didn't like any of them.

Politics to suck others' blood for their satisfaction, their greed. I came to know it later but at least I and satisfied I got to know about my parent's illegal way to achieve whatever they want. "Also, once Dad had told that werewolves have something important to vampires, what was that????...mnnnnn...yes, a something like potion or drink... Yea., a potion. I am damn sure they are after the potion. Only if I know what is their next move, I would go for their end." A girl who only had a baby face turned into a tough she-wolf.

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

he complimented both of them . "Are you a vampire Mr Rufus," Sara had never seen a werewolf with such red eyes. "Yes dear. A vampire werewolf," he added. Sara was intrigued by this new found mystery and came to stand before him. "But you crave for blood right?" She believed vampires crave for blood as it was a source of their living. "Once or twice in a month, that's because my wolf side is stronger than my vampire side. I inherited the vampire gene from my mother so...."

“What… What are you talking about? Mate bond?” Her mouth curved, not mocking, but sad, heavy with a knowledge she should never have carried. “You already know I’m not human. I’m a vampire, Diana. Don’t look so surprised.” She paused, voice low, deliberate. “And Kael… Kael is a werewolf.” I gasped, feigning shock, my voice barely steady. “You mean… werewolves exist?” She nodded, slowly, knowingly. “And you love him, don’t you? You feel it, the pull, the fire in your veins whenever he’s near. Your body betrays you, even when your mind tries to resist.”

Among them, one individual stood out above the rest – Athdal, a young hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood. Athdal was a rare breed, born of a forbidden union between a vampire and a werewolf. His very existence defied the laws of nature, making him a target for both his own kind and those who sought to maintain the status quo. Yet, despite the dangers that surrounded him, Athdal had managed to carve out a life for himself in Orleana. He was the leader of a pack of hybrids, a group of individuals who, like him, bore the traits of both vampires and werewolves.

The tip of the stick was stained with an almost black-red color. “This is a blessed dagger. Your great, great grandfather was a vampire hunter. Back before the treaty, werewolves were sought out by vampires for the way our blood tasted to the vampire. Not only that, but our blood has a strength that human blood doesn’t contain. A vampire who drinks from a werewolf can heal faster than one that drinks from a human,” he stopped, reaching into the box and pulling out the weapon.

she whispers persuasively, ready for the whole of me. Her words ignite something primal within me. I press my lips to hers, my eyes gleaming red. I release my werewolf form, but I don’t completely shift into a wolf. My wolf teeth elongate, hair sprouts across my face, and claws emerge from my hands as Kris takes over, eager to claim his mate fully. Finally, we give in. I grunt, driving harder and faster into her as she moans loudly in pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. But we only go faster, reveling in the euphoria of our fulfilled desire. She touches me, but I grip her hand, pinning it above her head as Kris grunts in pleasure, savoring the moment. Wolves crave two things: