Vampire Wolf Novels & Stories

They all knew whenever their alpha wolf doctor unleashed her punishment on her pups. "Oh~Malcove~" Natasha sang as she approached her son while smiling. Malcove jolted from hearing it and slowly turned around to meet her mother's meaningful smile. "Mommy...I...I can...e-explain..." Malcove started to quiver in fear as he stepped backward since Natasha kept advancing toward him. She grinned and the last thing that echoed through that night was the scream of a young hybrid pup. "Who would have the slightest thought that I, Morbius Draven that known as Ruthless Vampire found a Wolf Doctor which much more ruthless than I could be whenever it comes on punishing our children." Morbius thought whil

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

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

Seeing his attacker. A huge jet black wolf looks down at him with piercing green eyes and the wolves around immediately bow to him. Daniel could feel the person's aura. It was not a Beta or a Gana blood. It was way more. The beautiful wolf with black jet fur was a rarity. A royal wolf,who have been heard to go extinct years ago. The wolf starts approaching Daniel, daring him to move. By blocking his exit and standing between the cliff and him. And Daniel gulps. Knowing there was no escape now.

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

Jake caught it mid-air— —and froze. White fire ran under Jane’s skin. Light burst from her wounds as white fur rolled across her body. She rose, an ethereal werewolf, eyes like dawn over ice. One kick sent Sara smashing through a tent frame. “Oh my God,” Kim whispered. Jake stepped in, syringe ready—then the white wolf stood between him and the wreckage, grace and fury in the same breath.

They just walked on as if nothing special happened when something of a special and celebratory nature had happened. The werewolves had defeated the vampires but these last set of warriors acted as if nothing of that sort had happened. The most notable of all the warriors of the Malreux Wolf Pack was the head warrior, and it was only right that he was the most notable since he was the leader of the rest of the warriors and the one who had led them to victory.

One of which was another Heir. Their eyes glowed with such intensity, even in wolf form, that it was impossible to miss. This one was grey, but in a light and silver way, and larger than any of the other wolves while still moving with deadly precision. Her jaws clamped down on a Vamps neck as another wolf pulled the bottom half of him and ripped his body from his head.

After taking another swallow of the icy brew, he cleared his throat, then said, “I’m not exactly known around here for being the gentlest of lovers.” “Oh.” Tension pulsed through his body like a ramped-up, gnawing ache, but he forced out his explanation, his fingers gripping the bottle so tightly he was surprised it didn’t shatter. “It’s because of my bloodline. My family and I are what our race calls dark wolves, meaning our blood is purer than most. Because of that, we’re considered the highest of the pack hierarchy. It also means that we’re stronger and more dominant than the other males.”