Vampire Wolves Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“You had a different face at that time.” “It’s a glamour,” he answered. “Werewolves can assume any appearance during a full moon only.” “And this body you have is not a glamour?” He chortled. “No. This is my real body. You will be the judge of that if you will become my wife soon.” Tyler gave me a wink that warmed my cheeks. “And that flame back in the wall?” “An exclusive gift for White Wolves only. White Wolves are Elementals. Brown Wolves can read, alter, and add memories. Black Wolves can control darkness and light. Those are the gifts from Selena, our Moon Goddess.”

She stopped, looking up at the seven years old blonde haired boy who sat in front of her with curious eyes wanting to know more. “A Vampwolf?” He arched his brows. She hummed a positive response. “Are you sure you want to read a book like this, Dwayne?” “Yes mother. Please continue! Please continue!” He pestered. She heaved a sigh. “A Vampwolf. Half-Vampire...Half-Lycan. But stronger than both. A cross breed deadlier than any werewolf or vampire. Werewolf-Vampire hybrids are the mixture of a vampire and a werewolf. They possess the powers of both species, making them twice as powerful. And—“

The type to make Dracula think of her as a love interest. But you see, Werewolves lived in their designated packs while, Witches and Vampires are both in covens. The wolf pack lands were huge and they were subdivided into three which comprised of Red Moon Crescent pack, The Wolverine Pack, and The Fire Dart Pack. She hoped her parents made it in time for her eighteenth birthday. She suspected something had gone wrong. That perception was churning at her stomach, her guts told her it wasn't anything pleasant. She needed something better to do than to sulk, so she jumped out of bed with her phone, still wearing her flip-flops and checkered pajamas. Her pale skin complimenting the milky shade o

“The Arctic Wolf Pack was the largest in the world, but when other werewolves found out that they were special they began killing them trying to steal their powers." I gasped. Powers! What the hell was this vampire raving about? “Pi, don't scare the girl with your stupid urban legends,” Nicky warned. “No. I'm not scared, just curious.” I told them. “Tell me what you know about the Arctic Wolf Pack.” “Well, I know around 21 years ago they were all killed by a werewolf known only as Razor Tail. It's believed that this wolf worships Hades, the god of the underworld, instead of the moon goddess, Selene.”

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.

She rallied her vampire allies, leading them in a counter-attack against the werewolf pack. The circle of bloodshed and destruction expanded, consuming all in its path. Lives were lost, the ground soaked with the blood of both werewolves and vampires. The air crackled with power and despair, the once-beautiful landscape now scarred by the ravages of war. Amareux, torn between his loyalty to his pack and his love for Arayah, found himself caught in the crossfire. He fought alongside his werewolf brethren, hoping to quell the violence and bring an end to the cycle of vengeance. But with every strike, every fallen comrade, the weight of betrayal bore down upon him.

They might fear the sickle of death, but they could not let anyone taint their clan’s honored Priestess without retaliation. The Blood Wolves clan’s population is only less than five hundred individuals, and half of them are the old that are long past their prime, and children that are still unable to defend themselves from adult soldier werewolves of the Royal Ark clan that has been polished to endure the cruelty of a battlefield.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!