Twilight Werewolf Novels & Stories

LIAM’S POV: "I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. I sat up on my bed and stretched, feeling the familiar tingle of energy that came with the start of a new day. I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection staring back at me. I looked completely normal, just like any other human. But deep down, I knew I was different. I was a werewolf. I could hear the sounds of breakfast in the kitchen below me. Yes,I haven’t been able to transform yet but as a werewolf,we can hear voices and be able to know your smell and all.

He replied. “What have you found?” I asked impatiently. “Lord Darkwood is getting seated among the elders of the Twilight Ridge pack,” Winston announced. “What?!” I exclaimed angrily. “On what grounds?” “That we are not yet sure, but only through marriage, or by defeating an existing elder in combat, can any other werewolf take a seat among the council members,” Winston explained. I was greatly disturbed by such news at this point. Most of our elders were already weakened and had announced their successors but were still seated. That left me as the only one left who could dare to combat Lord Darkwood.

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.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

“Anyway, so yeah, the two are related in the sense we both have the moon as our source, or rather, center of magic. I'll let John explain more about that one, but it all started with certain families who were given that ‘blessing’. As I mentioned earlier, many believe that it was done so by the entity that many call the Moon Goddess. And by many, I mean the vampires, mostly. And some of the werewolves.” “And they say, and by ‘they’, I mean the vampires, that when she made both them and werewolves, she then designated the vampires as the ones she would be directly linked to. And for this reason, a lot of us think that we’re more superior than the werewolves in every sense of the word. It soon

He bows slightly, then speaks, in a low and measured voice. “Alejandro, I have come with information that requires your guidance,” he begins. “There is an orphanage around, just miles from Lake Tahoe Villa area. Three children there…are werewolves. Two are fifteen, one is fourteen. Their sixteenth lunar birthdays are approaching, and I have reason to believe they will shift.”

Triads occurred amongst vampires, but he’d never heard of more. “You are making a lot of grunting noises,” Tyler commented drifting over from the kitchen with a packet of crisps. “Oh, wow,” he leaned over Talen’s shoulder. “What’s this? Nominees for pin up of the month? I vote for the tattooed dark one.” “Rhett Salem,” Talen supplied. “Cameron Edison is the red-head, and Heath Gale is the blond. Werewolves.” “One of each flavor, please,” Tyler snickered. “You don’t normally do guys, Tal, or werewolves. And do I have to remind you that you have a mate?”

Not sure how to say it eloquently, I decided to just blurt it out and get it over with. “Mom, Dad, I am a werewolf. I know that sounds crazy, trust me I though I was going crazy when I found out but it’s true. Kent isn’t just my friend but my mate and he is the Alpha of the Twilight pack.” I wasn't really sure if I should continue with what I had learned today but I thought it was just best to get everything out.

I sighed, not having the time to stand here. “Where the f*ck is Kira?” I mumbled, trying to sense where she is. She sighed, “Can you mind linking her?” I paused but then shook my head, “No.” “Representing you, a very rare creature. Have you watched the movie Twilight?” The crowd yelled in answer and the emcee laughed, “Well then, you must be aware of the werewolf's appearance and this man here is a very special creature! Not just because he is a werewolf, but he is an alpha!”

The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and within it's the safety I could feel my own soul all the more clearly, that innocent inborn spark. Bathed in the light of the sun, the moon was more beautiful than even the stars around. The werewolves move by the twilight moon, coordinated, but rarely in the company. Their target is prearranged and all that matters is a confirmed kill. Gone are the days of raging beasts with no thought to conceal their identity, anonymity is priority number one.