Victorian Werewolf Novels & Stories

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 heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

"Whatever, just get straight to the point. You were the person that said you did not want me to waste your time, so I advise you not to waste mine either." "Werewolves are very fast. They are half humans and half wolves, they have so many powerful features. They could easily perceive the smell of blood. They find it real hard to eat any food that is not the flesh of a human or an animal. They are usually seen in forests and their skin looks rough because of their adaptation," he answered. Victoria was not interested in whatever he was saying, so she did care to listen to all that he was saying. All she was thinking of was how she was going to make him sniff the powder that she Emilia had giv

Kristi moved toward the row of spruce, separating the boughs with her hands and getting ready to step to between them. Three shadowy figures moved easily through the dark woods, heading south and east. There were few paths here, but they weaved their way effortlessly among the leafless trees, making almost no sound. They could have moved faster—much faster—but they had no need for haste. The leader was a woman, short in stature, with full lips and black hair cut just below her chin. She looked to be in her twenties, but she was older, much older. Her name was Victoria, and she was nearly four hundred years old. She was a vampire. Victoria had been turned by an eccentric Austrian nobleman in

The likeness between this old lady and my mate was uncanny. "I will take her to you. But please understand that she has not spoken much of her past." I warned her. "Ethel, my name is Ethel Swinsore, the last surviving witch of Brookhaven." she held her hand to me and hesitated before taking it. Witch. But Victoria was not a witch; she was a wolf. My luna. "She is a wolf witch; she has special hidden powers. When she was a newborn baby, a rare spell was placed upon her to seal her true identity.

“What? Of course not. You know, I was only curious to know why you all befriended a human. And from what I see it's obvious he doesn't have anything special about him, though I notice a mark on him now. Tell me, is he mated to a she-wolf in your pack?” Thale moved closer to Victoria. From his expression, I could tell that he wasn't pleased with what Victoria had said. “Victoria, as far as I know, you're not part of our pack. Does this mean I have to question why you're here as well.” “What is there to question? I'm a werewolf, and you know I'm soon to be married to your brother.” My heart sank when she said this. “Wait, you still think you'll be married to Turstin?”

When the fog settled, we were back in the Victorian era, right when the man was ordering for my copy to be killed. Right before the first knight could stride my clone down, giant wolves leapt through the windows, their paws crunching the broken glass on the ground. The wolves fought with the knights, and then a darker figure floated into view from the darkness in the corner. He was a vampire. I could tell from the red tint in his eyes. He looked lethal, glaring at the old man who struck the woman down, but when she saw the vampire, she got up and ran to him. She wasn’t scared. She clung to him like I would cling to Mick or Miles.

patrol, he felt the tension in the air. The familiar hum of the city was replaced by an ominous silence. It was then that he heard it—the subtle rustle of footsteps, the kind that betrayed the stealthy approach of skilled adversaries. His hand instinctively grew into claws. The Schreiber family were known for their ruthlessness. They would get no mercy for him. He would rip through their ranks and make them think twice about attacking him again. The Schreiber family emerged from the shadows, a trio of shadows themselves, clad in dark attire that seemed to absorb the feeble moonlight. There was a grim determination etched on their faces, and Matt knew that words wouldn't deter them. "Matt,"

Victoria I never thought my eighteenth birthday would be the day I'd have to fight for my freedom, but here I was, in a nightclub called "Devil's Lair," searching for a man who could help me escape my fate. My name is Victoria Howlthorne, a wolf-human hybrid born to the once-powerful Howlthorne pack. With my father's pure wolf blood running through my veins alongside my human mother's legacy, I should have been cherished. Instead, I became a commodity.

"Bring her to me." I am pushed forward. I stumble to my knees. I look up. The alpha of the pack sits on a throne. He is an old wolf, covered in battle scars. "What is your name?" he asks. "Victoria." "Your pack is dead?" "Yes." "All of them?" "All of them." I feel hollow inside. He looks sympathetic. "I am sorry for your loss," he says. My eyes sting. "Why did you come here?" he asks. "I have nowhere else to go."