Underworld Werewolf Novels & Stories

That’s all. The Underground doesn’t deal anything harder than pot. They don’t traffick girls. They aren’t a car theft ring. They aren’t even a shoplifting ring, from what I can tell. They’re just a semi-coed fraternity with a cooler name. A bunch of artists and intellectuals who want to hang out together and protect each other and do whatever werewolves do for fun. And anyway none of this matters because I’m not dating him. To a werewolf pack, I’m just a human female, an Omega. The lowest of their members. Beneath everyone.

I shrug it off, concentrating on the book in front of me. “The Werewolf Caste System consists of the Alpha, Beta, Delta/Gamma, Healers and Guardians, Warriors (Sentinel, Hunters, Scouts), and Omegas. Everyone in the pack has a role to portray and a responsibility to uphold. The Caste System was designed to ensure the survival of the pack and assume peace and order within.” Survival of the pack…? Does this mean werewolves also tend to invade territories just like how humans colonize other countries? If that happens, then the invaded pack may cease to exist and their territory will be overrun by the invaders.

“Are you really Alex Rockefeller? Alex Rockefeller in the Underworld? You really hid well and revealed no information about the Underworld. If everyone else hadn’t been spreading the news, I would’ve never known you were a Wastelander.” Two people in that group of people had never been to the Underworld, nor had they taken any spiritual blood oath. “You guys have taken the spiritual blood oath, but not us! We will just strike and kill him!” “We are in the real world now, not the Underworld!” Boom!

"For most werewolves, there's an existence called a mate. Those mates are practically the other half of themselves. Once a wolf together with their mate, they will be considered a perfect being among werewolves. Thus, the strength would also rise substantially." A spark of interest grew in Asteria's heart. After living for over a year here, she had never bothered to learn about werewolves or any other races the inhabitants of this world. She wished to not have any attachments, the less she knew, the faster it would be for any sense of belonging to fade away over time. She had a faint feeling that she could return back to the world she came from. "But how's that someone can betray their own m

“Anything is possible, right?” I’m about to counter this, but then my words get stuck in my throat as I consider that my Aunt Cora was the first hybrid wolf and human, though we’d previously been told that that wasn’t possible. And that I’m…in the Underworld hanging out with my ghost and Selkie buddies. And less then a week ago…I didn’t think that was possible either.

How can you abandon your own flesh and blood? But Marco, desperate for self-preservation, had already lost all reason. He slapped her to the ground. He crawled on his knees to me, pointing at Isabella on the ground. "Giulia! If you help me pay this debt, the child is yours! She's the one carrying it, but it has my blood! It's a Benedetti! "You've always wanted a child, wanted a family, right? I'll sign the baby over to you!" Watching him sell out his own child for survival, my stomach churned. I looked down at him from above and suddenly laughed. The sound echoed across the empty courtyard.

"Stop acting like we're best friends." Liana looked at the gun held limply by his hand. It was facing down and the safety was on. She charged at him and they both fell, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She winced and tried to get up but he grabbed her hand. She tried to bite his while pulled her down with so much strength that she fell on top of him. She heard a deep animalistic growl and saw his body twisting and fur growing on it. She gasped before he hit her head with a pistol and she felt dizzy. Her world suddenly turned black.

I was just trying to win sometime, hoping that Luther would notice that I was missing, and he would rescue me. “It’s not the same case when it comes to werewolves. Your power is defined by your rank, and you receive your rank by birth. The only way to have a higher rank is by killing someone who has a higher rank than you." "As much as I want to have this cultural exchange with you. I'm afraid that you need to see my gifts, after that, you showed me yours." The moment he spoke, his eyes terrifyingly changed to purple, it was something like lightning. It was lightning that showed up from his hands. As if it's not weird enough.

Kane cleared his throat and said, “I hope y’all are ready. Here we go. No turning back now. My name is Kane, and I am a little over 14,000 years old. I am an original vampire.” “Are you, her mate? Is she our mate? Answer these questions first,” demanded Andrew. Kane continued, “Heard. Yes, to both. But! Hold on a second, the actual answer is deeper than a yes or no answer. Yes, she is your mate. She has been your mate for over 100 generations. I will explain that in a minute. Second mate question: Yes, she is my mate too. However, I am more like the side-chick mate. I am not the main mate, that role currently and has always belonged to you three. The responsibility of governing the Underworl

He showed his dirty, crooked teeth and I grimaced. I cracked my wrist, “I will have fun for sure. It would be nice to break your bones.” I grinned and the guy raised a brow, confused at my audacity. It wasn’t surprising since he was the gang leader of this suburb, leading a bunch of wolves who haven’t even grown proper canines. They called themselves powerful because they preyed on humans. Smuggling, illegal activities, gang rape…the list went on and on. It made me quite furious when I saw the report. Basically, in the Underworld, criminals were sent after they were dead. But I thought it was pointless if they had to realize what they did wrong after they died.