Vampire Werewolf Novels & Stories

And right then, Darius's eyes had gone the same way … deep, burning amber-gold and then blazing up from the floor where I had him pinned. Werewolf. Vampire. Both of us exactly what we were, stripped of the performance. Neither of us moved. We stayed there, both breathing hard with our eyes locked…the room around us holding its breath.

"Either they accept my leadership, or war is still in our favor." The vampires behind me shifted, ready. Hungry. Soon, the werewolf packs came into my vision. Unlike our Shadow Land, their place was filled with color. Lights strung between trees. Laughter echoing in the distance. Music. Our territory looked gloomy and depressed in comparison. Dark. Dead. Damn. This magnetic pull became stronger the closer we got. It was like something was clawing at my chest, dragging me forward. I didn't like it.

I wondered, making her chuckle since I’m being a curious cat at the moment. “First, vampires and werewolves have something in common that's different from humans, and that’s our healing capacity, life span, strength, and shifting ability. From there alone, you can tell how different we are from humans, but we’re going to talk about the vibe of some stranger, and then that will be the time it will be difficult.” Hayden slightly piqued my cheek as she amusingly chuckled at my curiosity and began sharing with me the similarities and differences between vampires and werewolves.

“The first night when you changed into a wolf, I saw you transform back and then I told Charles to keep you safe because being the son of the Alpha I was forced to kill you. I didn’t tell anyone about you. I knew they’ll kill you if they knew it was you. Everyone was searching for that unknown wolf.” “You knew that I was a wolf?” “I also know that you’re a vampire too.” “You spy on me?” “No Dara, I don’t spy. I just have to keep an eye on you for your safety. I can’t let anything happen to you. This is strange. How can a werewolf be a vampire too?” “I forced Wade to suck my blood.” “Vampires can never suck a werewolf’s blood.” “He told me that I smelled like a human.” “You did but now you sm

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.

I explained as I returned and opened the book. “Okay. And what’s it say about vampires?” Auðr asked, leaning closer to look. “Well…” I frowned, turning to the section about vampires. “There is zero chance of a werewolf being mated to a vampire. Due to the species’ longstanding dislike for each other, chosen mating between them is exceptionally rare. As such, the chances of a lupire, the hybrid offspring of a female werewolf and male vampire, are extremely low. In the species’ history, only five confirmed lupires have been born. Only one confirmed lupire had a wolf spirit.” Auðr read the paragraph.

For months, a shaky truce had held between the vampires and werewolves, forged in blood after centuries of war. Viktor, a tall vampire with sharp features and eyes like polished obsidian, stood guard outside the princess's chambers. His job was simple: protect Lira, the werewolf princess, at all costs. One slip, one breach of the peace, and the fragile agreement would shatter, dragging both races back into slaughter.

Raven: look at some of the answers that I found online. A vampire is a lazy lecherous elderly gentleman living the upper class aristocratic lifestyle, and sipping a polite drop of blood with formal etiquette from some poor girl charmed well out of her wits. A werewolf is a wild beast tearing woman and child with tooth, foot , claw, jaw and all. Both are famous time honoured literary masterpieces. Thus, poetic licence can grant them a good dramatic crisis in perfect thriving conditions of superb animosity. But, personally I think, these two ultras are temperamentaly unsuited to exploit together in a single literary canvas. No classic plotline ever developed from such correspondence. Only some

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

I blurt out and suddenly regret it because he abruptly jumps away from me and to the opposite side of the bed. His hair is a mess, running his hands through it, he makes it messier "Oh, shit. Could that happen?" he asks me. I have no idea. Usually when a vampire Links with someone, they have to turn that person. Is it even possible to turn a wolf? "There's no mating ritual for us. We just give you our blood and you become one of us" I explain to him. He furrows his brows "What?" I guess I have completely killed the mood "I don't want to become one of you monsters" he stands up from the bed and adjusts his clothes "Shit, we need to slow down on this. We have no fucking clue what we're doing"