Vampire Werewolf Novels & Stories

Because if what he felt before was true, then that would be a threat. Because a werewolf like him; an Alpha, who got affected by someone’s bloodlust, then that would just mean that that creature is stronger than him.

Werewolves are hot-blooded, while vampires are cold-blooded. Werewolves are living creatures with all vitalities, while vampires are walking corpses with no heartbeat, no pulse, and no other vital signs. Turning a werewolf into a vampire without killing his wolf is not something that can be done so easily. Werewolves are not immune to their venom, but their bite can’t cause a death, and if treated on time, the venom can be removed from the blood system. “Moreover, they are converting humans to both werewolves and vampires. I can’t even imagine how many innocent lives have been taken all these years. And for what?” Winter spat angrily, but her voice cracked.

Caroline put her foot ahead then her mind said, " Hey! What are you doing? How can you believe in a stranger and that also in a guy." She again put her leg back. "Why are you thinking so much? Just get inside before he changes his mind to give you lift and leave you here alone. You're already a werewolf, brave daughter of a strong alpha of a pack." Her heart persuaded her. "So what if you're a werewolf? Nowadays, humans are more monsters than werewolves. " her mind warned her. "Oie.. Caroline flustered and uttered, " both of you stop fighting." She said so loudly that he got confused too and muttered to himself, " Both? " and he looked around out of the car from the window, " who's the other

"No, Del, you know what you're going to do is very wrong." "Delaphine," Junior again called her. "I'm coming, give me a sec," Delaphine told him. "You don't have to come, Delaphine," said to me. "Werewolves can kill you," I tried to talk her out of going. "Werewolves don't normally come out during the day time there mostly out during the night," she told me. Werewolves truly did mostly come out at night to hunt us. During the daytime, it seems they rested saving their energy for the night.

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

The heat of his skin against mine sent a shockwave through me, and I struggled to return my focus to the book. “However,” I continued, “for those that are brave enough to see past their preconceived notions of the other species, mate bonds between Vampyres and Werewolves are the source of immense power. Rather than soulmates, this pairing is often likened to twin flames: two souls lighting up the dark together. Two wholes, rather than two halves, combined as one in order to displace the darkness.”

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

I muttered to myself. "Yes, for example, a half werewolf half Vampire is known as an abomination or anything that's not a full blooded Vamp, I've never managed to see one but was told it has happened before. In which case they need to be killed. They think just like a rogue and is even more powerful. Vampire's and werewolf clash a lot and hate each other's gut so sleeping with either is seen as unforgivable. I'm sorry if I'm scaring you." I sighed learning so much from our little time outside.

I hiss as I end up landing on top of him. As I let my fangs lengthen I whisper in his ear, "This time I will make sure you don't!" I pull his head to the side with force and sink them into his neck tearing just a little so I don't have to remove my fangs. It is not wise for a vampire to take a life while drinking or in a fit of rage because it can lead to bloodlust and the transfer of their power but for this one time, I made an exception, I drink and drink and drink until I feel him stop struggling and I feel his heart stop beating. I remove my fangs from his neck but don't retract them and hiss loud as the power of a werewolf Alpha runs through me adding to my own power, I jump off the bed

"I am sorry you Majesty, but I don't completely understand" "How the hell are you a Beta? Let me spell it out for you. I know you are my daughters' mate but you see we vampire royals only marry other vampires with the same stature and background that we have. We don't want to taint our bloodline and you are a werewolf. I will never allow you to be with my daughter for as long as I live." I cannot believe the nerve of this guy. We supernaturals wait for our whole lives to find our mate and here he is asking to give up mine before I even got to know her.