True Blood Werewolf Novels & Stories

If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself. "If you succeed.", he corrected her impatiently. "Alpha Damien is a true blooded wolf" His words evidently shocked her, the expression on her face betraying her. True blooded wolves are the rarest form of wolf amongst their kind. To have no tainted human genes meant your werewolf was the strongest, fastest and most lethal creature in this world. They were practically considered royalty. A true blooded male wolf was more common than the female kind, not because it was more common for the gene to be establish in a male wolf, rather, because true blooded females were hunted down by alphas all over the world. Regardless of their mate status

This sentiment is quite understandable, as their lineage lacks werewolf genes, unlike the Valentines and the other retired families known as true-blood hunters. These true-blood hunters possess the coveted werewolf genes that set them apart. In contrast, families like The McKnights and the current hunters within the bureau fall into the category of Lesser Hunters. These Lesser Hunters were once fully human but have acquired supernatural abilities, somewhat akin to those of the true-bloods, through the use of Talismans. While they may not match the true-bloods in strength, they still manage to get the job done.

"I’m going to mix your shots, and you two are going to be having the Blue Blood shots!" I frowned. "What’s a Blue Blood shot?" Sophie laughed. "A Blue Blood shot is a werewolf’s biggest weakness when it comes to alcohol. Werewolf systems are different from humans! We don’t get drunk easily by consuming regular human alcohol." She smirked. "But we do have our own alcohol called the Blue Blood shot. If humans drink it, they’d probably die from alcohol poisoning after just one shot! That’s why this club is called the Blue Bloods. The shots are only given to werewolves, but humans don’t even know about it."

My eyes widened as it finally dawned on me, the realization of a truth I ducked around so much, Asher Blackwood was a werewolf!! It wasn’t over. I tried to scream again as both werewolves lunged at each other. Alpha a ball of silver grey fur and the other, a ball of black. Their teeth bared, snarling and jaws locking in a defiant growl. This was a fight of death, and I was a human witness of it.

Werewolves are a bit more acceptable than Shadow Hunters. XXX

A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth. To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances. Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs. He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped." Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him. I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.

It was the type of pain where even your gums and bones screamed in agony, your whole body rejecting its existence in this world. I cried into the pillow, feeling blood flowing out of my stomach and back, soaking the mattress. How much blood did werewolves have? I knew humans could bleed to death. Could werewolves too? When Alex came, would he do worse? I didn’t think I could handle it. I was now begging God to let me bleed to death. For Alex to treat me like this crazy bitch just had would destroy me.

They had built an entire network of spies and operatives right under my nose. "Where did they get wolf blood from?" Sanders asked. Caleb smiled. "Turns out that wolf blood of firstborns could do wonders, and we have been supplying many for the production of vampire cream." He paused, and I nodded, encouraging him to continue. "Well then, obtaining it was easier. And mixed with the 'Blue Wolf Pill' as they call it could make you scent like wolves. And since vampires too can change eye colors to red, one often confuses them for Omegas."

Elara "It is the ancient tongue of the first alphas, known to true bloods." True blood… like Fenrir? Caleb said there were three types of wolves. Wolves bitten by another, and those born from another wolf. The third, he refused to say. Of course, there were the mixed whose wolf line was probably dormant, and then they were bitten by another to trigger the factor. But to be born from another wolf was an honor. It meant ancient and true blood. It meant Alpha and true lineage. But Fenrir was a freaking Lycan with red claws.

They are extinct. Dr. Audrey sets down the tablet, her face looking even more troubled and serious. “Daisy is a Trueblood. You already know it’s an ancient bloodline of the original werewolves before dilution through generations of breeding. Also, you know that Truebloods are also referred to as pureblooded wolves with powers that are higher than even the strongest modern Alphas and Lycans.” I stare at her. “That’s… that’s impossible. Truebloods are extinct. They died out centuries ago.”