Vampire Wolf Novels & Stories

Demon wolf — a creature of death. That was what everyone called it. A monster as Mira called it. All species had coexisted with each other for thousands of years especially with the vampires. It was said for someone to become a demon wolf, he or she had to survive more than three different blood in the body. Each blood from each species of the Moon Goddess’ creation. These bloods were poisonous to each other. Nobody could survive it. Everyone just assumed the demon wolf was just a myth.

The fear screaming from her eyes of the unknown would scar my soul for eternity. In a matter of minutes, a lovely white wolf lay in a puddle of blood and plasma. Esme panted heavily. Her eyes were wary but on mine. “You’re okay, Esmerelda.” A noise from the edge of my property made me look past her. The whole pack stood like sentries watching my mate. Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member.

I said, hoping to interrupt the verbal sparring. "Yes," Alexis said. "But we have seldom crossed paths. I am aware of only two or three instances when a shape-shifter has made his appearance known to a vampire, and each time it was when the animal shifted back into human form upon death. Your Wolf Pack is the only one that can be identified by vampires. Your Wolf Pack will be the first to be destroyed once the Elders decide to strike. But your Wolf Pack is the only one that can even hope to locate the rogue werewolves because you do possess a power that we do not." His eyes shifted back to Paul, who had refused to sit. "And that is the power of a bloodhound that can sniff out the whereabouts

I asked, “ I take you to your mother” Luca winked. “ I know that’s where you’re taking me but what about the whole chat thing in the vampires?” I asked “ there’s nothing you can do right now we’ll figure it out later. Plus we have people investigating and watching if we start pushing too much Chad and his family might go underground and we might not get the answers we want so right now as much as it sucks We just have to live day-to-day and figure out your wolf thing in your powers and what you’re able to do if anything that is because the white wolf is a myth and we don’t know too much for certain just lots of rumors”

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

She told him but just that night, as if warning her that things wouldn't be alright the raven came back and sat on the tree outside her window. Angelica watched it for a long while but it didn't fly away. Getting out of her bed she went to the window. She looked outside and watched the darkness that fell over her town. Then she looked up and far away. She saw the cursed castle standing proudly on the hill. People called it the wolf's den because they said anyone who went to the castle never came back. They were eaten by the big hungry wolf living there.

“That’s part of it. But there’s more to it than that. Let’s just say we have a history. I am sorry they spoiled your mood. I really had no idea they were invited by my father.” I nodded, deciding not to push further. He changed the subject, his tone lighter. “So, what do you know about wolf types?” “Not much,” I admitted. “Just the basics.” “Did you know there are rare types of wolves?” he asked, his eyes glinting with interest. “Rare?” “Yeah. Like white wolves,” he said. “They’re called vortex wolves. They’re incredibly powerful and said to be reincarnations of the moon goddess herself.”

“The blood wolf is a hybrid, made from two different monsters, both violent and bloodthirsty, the loup-garou and the vampyr. It craves blood constantly and can never be appeased. It's a being so powerful that the native tribes start worshiping it as a god. It’s not until a coven of witches stand up against the blood wolf and put it down with a spell that the land is freed of its evil.” He looks up at me, and I swallow hard. What have we done?

Alpha Altan, ignoring Vladimir's words, looked at Zeta Eli in surprise at his question because, as far as he could remember, he hadn't mentioned it in front of anyone. Howl Wolf Vladimir has black hair and hazel brown eyes. His eyes are the most striking feature: golden irises, flecks of hazel brown embedded in his pupils. His nose is also very prominent, as are his chin and jawline - His wolf persona was a gift to him from the Goddess. "Your body smells like a vampire," he said, pouring some green-colored liquid into a bowl which the Alpha Altan finished in one breath. Today, I feel very strange about that dickhead," Alpha Altan said as he placed the cup back on the table.