True Blood Werewolf Novels & Stories

, everyone had unpacked into the different corners of the house and were in the middle of the compound with Denzel and Maverick standing at the top of a balcony, looking down upon the gathered mass. After they bowed in respect, Denzel cleared his throat and began. "I know I don't show it very often but I am grateful for your presence even with the limited time. My Luna," He paused, fixing his gaze on every single werewolf gathered below him. "Your Queen has been taken by a vampire who seeks to become a tribrid. Using Cinnia's and my daughter's lives, he aims to be a witch, a werewolf, and a vampire." Mutters arose from the crowd as they exchanged confused glances at each other. To them, just

Blake secretly enjoyed William’s reaction. Unlike their adversaries, the yellow-eyed werewolves fed on the blood and flesh of animals. They eat typical things like grains, veggies, and fruits, yet there are moments when their bodies crave that type of food. Their throats become dry when they do not consume animal flesh or blood. They can’t stand it since it’s so painful, which is why they keep stock in the kitchen. Blake wouldn’t know if they were changing them every day with fresh ones because he was never assigned to the kitchen.

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

the injury is not light. With that in mind, while there was no one outside, he reached out and took Brawen in his arms, despite her gaping face unable to react. "Hey Julie, put me down," Brawen struggled, but there was no way she could get away from Julie, because purebloods are the most physically powerful class in the vampire world. "That's faster," replied Julie haughtily. Imagining a 117-year-old "old woman" being held by a young boy like Julie, Brawen was too shy to quietly withdraw her face into Julie's small shoulder.

Turning to Giovanni, Isabella mustered the courage to pose her question once more, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Giovanni, did I... Did I just have intimate relations with a wild creature, with a wolf, and not a human?" Giovanni's gaze softened as he met Isabella's fearful eyes. After a brief pause, he nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth. "Yes, Isabella. The creature you encountered, the one we shared that intimate connection with, was indeed a werewolf."

Tonight was the night I became the true Luna. *** Red pinned me down to the ground in front of the pack, and mounted me on the spot. His shaft drove home ruthlessly inside me, making me squeal like a wee little piggy. My eyes rolled back in my head. My tongue lolled out upon the ground and I drooled uncontrollably. My tail diverted naturally to the side on its own to accommodate the humongous rod currently probing me from the back. I opened my haunches as wide as they would go, belly pressed firmly into the grass. Red speared me, again and again, making me jolt and quiver and slicken all the more around his cock. And good thing, too, because he was so massive it would certainly hurt otherw

Five towering werewolves stood guard at the entrance of the bridge like they knew we were coming. But Brownwell wasn’t stopping at all, he still maintained the same pace. The werewolf in the middle seemed to be the head as she stood forward in her snowy white fur. I was still at the back, but Ser Brownwell had already reached the white wolf. Brownwell let out a long howl stopping in his tracks instantly. He was the same size as the white werewolf. It seemed like a blur but the white wolf was already at the back of Brownwell her white fur stained and smothered in blood. She moved out of my view exposing Brownwell, he turned around and gave me what looked like an encouraging smile, right befor

His arms wrapped around my waist and he rested his chin on my collarbone, nuzzling behind my ear. "You smell so good," Thiery murmured. "You're my mate, love. That means you're my lover for life." I gently pushed his shoulders so we were face to face, his slightly lowering his gaze as I met his. "Th-Thiery... Is... Jacob Black real?" I asked, stuttering slightly. "You know him?" "Jacob Black?" Thiery's brow furrowed. "Who is he? Your ex-boyfriend?" "Huh? No," I argued, confused. "He's a werewolf. An enemy of the Cullen vampire family, who later became their ally to protect Bella Swan."

"This is where the only place on earth where their scents lead us. So, better tell us anything, or else I'm gonna rip off your throat." "Even if you are going to kill me, wolf, you'll get nothing from me. I know nothing about what you accused me of," he replied despite having difficulty breathing. "And I will be the happiest man if you end up my terrible life." "What?" I furrowed. My voice hesitated and my grip around his neck began to loosen up. "What did you say?" Everyone in the cave also felt the same way as my wolf. We were all werewolves apart from Alex and his friends who are vampires. But we also have something in common - the ability to determine if the person is telling the truth o

A small laugh escapes me, and I offer another small nod for him to continue. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to that? “A lot of the folklore is based on the truth. How much do you know about werewolves?” “Um, I mean—silver bullets; you shift under a full moon; alphas are the boss. Oh! I love Twilight. I was always Team Jacob.” I nearly facepalm myself the second I say that. That sounded way less stupid in my head.