The Werewolf 2024 Novels & Stories

The fate of the werewolves and vampires hung in the balance once more, their futures entwined in a web of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of power. As the final act of the Beta's treacherous plan began to unfold, the Werewolf kingdom was thrown into chaos. Outside the kingdom walls, a false alarm was created, luring Prince Amareux away on a mission to resolve the supposed threat. It was the perfect diversion, allowing the Beta and his cohorts to capture Arayah, their poisoned prey.

"You don't seem to me as a deaf person, so I suppose that you must have heard when I told you that the person you're requesting of is my slave… except if you're requesting for another Hillary, and not Hillary Hunter." "Well, I've heard from my sources that you've taken her as your slave and I'm not going to be unreasonable about this. So, I'm here to make you an offer." I smiled, regardless of the loud thumping of my heart. "I'm all ears, Mr. Alpha." "For nearly nighteen years, my pack have been resisting your rule. We consist of almost three hundred healthy werewolves and we are highly resourceful." "So what is the offer?" I asked impatiently.

I force a smile on my face. A young she-wolf walks into the parlour, bowing low. Like the other True Omegas, she wears a black and white maid’s uniform that barely covers her ass. That will change as soon as I take over. “You rang Your Majesty?” “Fetch the high priestess and bring her here right away.” A look of fear crosses the young woman’s face. I can only surmise that the witches are as bad as their werewolf masters. “Edric!” Maya suddenly screams so loudly in my head that she pops a vessel in my nose and blood starts streaming down my mouth and chin.

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

The two girls chorused in unison and Riya rolled her eyes as she realized that she had been defeated. “That does not make any sense at all, would it not just be better to just run around the streets and howl at the moon like true Lycanthropy believers?” Riya said sarcastically and sat on the couch beside Issa. “Since traditionally Werewolves turn at the sighting of a full moon, and we can’t do that so we are simply paying homage to them by doing a werewolf and Lycan movie marathon. You don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to and if you are in the mood to howl at the moon you should definitely have at it.” Sheila answered cheekily and joined them on the couch.

“I have to see him, please.” As I turned to leave, resolved to find him on my own, a voice from the TV stopped me in my tracks. “…breaking news—an unidentified creature thought to be a werewolf has been apprehended…” My eyes were drawn to the screen. The reporter's voice faded into the background as the camera panned—chains, poor lighting, blood on the floor… and then— Lennox. Unconscious. Bound. Struggling to breathe.

Before she could respond, there was a loud knock on the door. Callum stood, tense. “Who is it?” “It’s Victor,” came the muffled reply. Callum opened the door, and Victor entered, his expression unreadable but clearly disturbed. “There’s been a breach.” Lily stood quickly. “A breach? What kind?” “Rogues,” Victor said. “Three of them. They got through the southwest border. Took down two patrol wolves before disappearing into the woods again.” “That’s the edge near the old Bloodmoon territory,” Callum muttered. “That land hasn’t been touched in years.”

This presented a perfect opportunity to set their plan in motion, to infiltrate the heart of the Lycan abode and sow the seeds of chaos and betrayal. A werewolf, one of their trusted allies, entered the dimly lit room, his fur ruffled from his journey. He relayed the news of the impending coronation day, providing details of the grand festivities that were to take place. His voice carried a sense of urgency and excitement, mirroring the growing tension within the group. "The Lycan queen's coronation is at hand," the werewolf began, his voice low and intense. "The entire kingdom will be in celebration, oblivious to the danger that lurks beneath the surface. It is the perfect time for us to st

He immediately finds the cameras on the third floor. He is now looking at Accalia who's walking carefully but something caught his attention. "Accalia! The werewolf is in the wall!" he said while panicking. After what her uncle said Accalia immediately look at her upper part. The werewolf smirk as he gets down to the wall. His form is a big human-wolf with a fur of a wolf that is colored black and gray. He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov