Top Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

My breath caught as I fingered a book with black binding, the name Samoht faded on the spine. I kept searching, the books clearly in no alphabetical order. Tysen. Laurel. Prith. Mandrag. Names in the history of werewolf medicine that had changed–and saved–so many lives. My heart skipped. My finger fell onto a dark green book, the faintest “I” outlined on its spine. The next held an even more faint “II.” And beyond that, a “IV.” I couldn’t breathe, my lungs suddenly filled with centuries of dust and the weight of repressed knowledge. I coughed, trying to stifle my surprise; my shock; my satisfaction.

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

"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

I have read a few of these books. Shaking away the strange icy feeling I flip open the cover and start to read. The sun has started sinking, the sky painted with hues of purple, orange, and red. This is truly my favorite time of day. The book was short but there was a lot of information on werewolves. Information, what do I mean, werewolves don't exist. Or do they? It is that voice again. The same one from this morning. A voice that isn’t mine. A voice inside my head.

I rolled my eyes, knowing who it was by the footsteps I heard. I hummed, before I am shoved back by none other than my seething beta, Colton Hayes. His anger is apparent as his green eyes turned golden. A sign that a werewolf of high royal status is about to shift. “So?” I raised an eyebrow at him. He growls and grabs me by the collar. “Women aren’t your plaything, Darius. I warned you over and over, but you wouldn’t listen!” he snarled but I shrug him off.

The professor is explaining something about Statistics and Modelling, numbers and formulas related to creating designs and blueprints. But it is all tuned out in Zane’s ears while he keeps his mind on the book he borrowed from the library called ‘The Werewolf Book’. Apparently, this book tells Zane studies of werewolves back in time, evidence of their existence and behaviors of this mythical creature. However, aside from those case studies and other theories, most of what is written in the book are already known to Zane. He was trying to research about the werewolf print Tyr and Zeev told him last time, but that information is nowhere to be found in the book.

She stepped closer and saw that they depicted werewolves engaged in various unfamiliar advanced looking training exercises, and the sight intrigued her. She slowly ventured deeper and she stumbled upon a collection of old books and notes, their slightly yellowed pages revealed that they had been studied religiously. She picked a few books up and almost screamed with disbelief when she read their titles. “Ascension of the Omega”. “Unlocking your full potential.” “Release of the inner wolf” “Power upgrade for dummies!” “Kira! Can this be real?” Sera exclaimed to her wolf. “Did the goddess just send me books that would teach me to become a stronger werewolf?”

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.