Until Dawn Werewolf Novels & Stories

Otto pov: Startled from my slumber, my senses heightened as the resonating howls of my fellow werewolves reverberated through the night. Instinctively, my body responded, undergoing a swift transformation into my powerful brown-furred werewolf form. The moon cast its ethereal glow upon me, illuminating the surroundings with an otherworldly radiance.

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

"They need a true ruler." "And that’s you?" Axel raised his eyebrow in question. Damon's eyes shone brightly. "Who else?" He raised his hands and turned to face the army of rogues. "By sunrise, the werewolf world will belong to us!" With bloodlust blazing in their eyes, the rogues howled in agreement. War would start tomorrow. Blood and smoke filled the air. As I stood on the battlefield's edge, my cloak flapping in the breeze, my heart raced. Above, the moon glowed ruthlessly as it saw the mayhem.

He warned sternly, “They wouldn't believe you anyways.” I'd never been so confused in my entire life. It was pitch black. I couldn't see anything. He laughed again. “It's because you're yet to open your eyes. You looked weird standing and flailing with your eyes closed.” What? “Open your eyes, Dawn.” He commanded. At once, a light switch was turned on, and I could see. Old Alpha Devon sat petting two wolves. The first one was a majestic golden one. The other was cyan blue, just like the moon.

I tell her, pulling her small warm body against mine, licking the tip of her lobe. She lets out a groan of reluctance but pulls herself from me to stand anyway. I gather myself and we begin to walk back through the forest. I halt Leneve, pulling her behind me as the sound of small paws catches my ears. Dacia, Zane's black wolf stumbles from the thick of bushes, a white fox hanging from his jaws. I relax, dropping my arm from Leneve, and look down at the wolf. I thought he had left with Milo.

The sun cracked the horizon and spilled light over the ship as Gabriel gathered his pack on the main deck. It was their first dawn as a curse-free werewolf pack, and the energy of the new day hummed through the crew. They were docked in a secluded cove, the busy deck alive with the sound of preparations and the smell of the sea.

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

We had the same blonde hair, same hazel eyes, and same heart-shaped face. But there was one thing different about us. Chloe had a wolf but I didn’t. That was the reason why I was nervous. I was about to be Luna but I still hadn’t discovered my wolf. As werewolves, on our 21st birthday, we discovered our wolves. But it had been two years since my 21st birthday and I still didn’t have a wolf. The worst part was that my twin sister discovered hers on our 21st birthday. I wondered if something was wrong with me or if I was cursed.

It was a quiet, steady comfort. “Let’s not tear ourselves apart tonight,” she said softly. “When this is done, we’ll sit down and figure it out. The werewolf elders know more than they let on. They’ve studied strange bloodlines, broken bonds, old magic… If there’s an answer, someone will find it.” I didn’t respond. I just nodded under the covers and tried to hold on to that small piece of hope. —--- By the time I opened my eyes the next morning, people were already awake. It couldn’t have been much past four. The sky was still dark, and the cold hadn’t lifted yet. You could see your breath if you stood still too long.