Ugly Werewolf Novels & Stories

As I absorbed this information, I realized that my understanding of werewolves and their societal structures was just beginning, and there was much more to learn Marie then shifted to discussing the fifth faction, her tone growing more somber. "This group could be considered the most formidable and perilous. They have ties to the human underworld, controlling mafia networks, gambling rings, drug trafficking, and various illegal enterprises. Even governments hesitate to confront them. Their leader is Alex, known as the Dark King. He has subdued several Alpha werewolves, turning them into his elite forces. His ambition is to conquer the Werewolves Kingdom. Alex is notorious for his cruelty – m

My head was hurting a little and it felt like I had a migraine. I looked around and then I saw a figure standing in front of me. He was a tall, muscular man with piercing yellow eyes. He was a werewolf, and his aura was dark and menacing. He was dressed in a pair of tattered jeans and a black leather jacket, and he looked like he hadn't showered in days. He was the epitome of a rogue werewolf, and I knew I was in grave danger.

The frantic pounding of my heart grows ever so violently against my chest. I can feel the frigid warmth of their body heat ricocheting through me; like an ironic joke compared to the ice-cold shiver consuming my entire body. I can’t move, I can’t think, and I can’t breathe. Like I'm stuck, paralyzed from the head down. Could it be the wolf shifter from 7 years ago? Is this really my last day? But even if so, I decide I will not go down without a fight.

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

I asked, directly to the point. "Yes, we are. What can you do about it?" The werewolf in the middle replied. I shushed him. "You are a werewolf now. Werewolves do not speak in the first place. All you have to do is nod or shake your head," I mocked. "People will faint if they hear you talk, so do not." I added. "So, you are Steven Rendezcah's older brother." He said that stopped me. He knows Steven. "What do you want? Why are you guys killing people now?" I asked him since he looked like the leader of this group.

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.

Her long blond hair was wild all over her and some stray strands stuck to her face in sweaty patches. The werewolf started to circle around her, slow purposely strolls. It's huge black eyes was staring down at her as it moved around, assessing her. It looked like it was performing some kind of ritual. The werewolf was huge with black brown fur and from the light coming from the moon behind it, it looked menacing. It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes.

Now finding out that there were ulterior motives made it harder to ignore. “I can’t believe my uncle would do this. No that’s not entirely true. I can believe that he’s capable of doing this. But I don’t understand why. What am I to him other then a responsibility he doesn’t want?” “Well, if what I can see in the treaty. The Vagas Moon Pack promised to provide any who reside the area that for special treatment they’d provide access to their blessed moon wolf. Now if my knowledge of legends is correct. A moon wolf is a seer like a direct connection to the moon goddess and other gods. A moon wolf is solid white. You are the only solid white wolf in the pack correct? I know we don’t have any.”

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

So he died from a heart attack. 'Then I became werewolf queen because the moon goddess chose me. It was a great responsibility.' 'When time went by, the curse kept torturing us. But each time my other life tried to break the curse, they chose the wrong mate and the curse went on.' 'With time the curse was called the black and white curse because of our wolf's colors.' 'You are a very special and important wolf, Tiene. You are in charge of breaking the curse. I hope you don't mess it up. This is a great responsibility and no joke.'