Victorian Werewolf Novels & Stories

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

"That was my job to do; she had no right to interfere." "Emily?" Rebecca looked at her daughter with a frown. "And that's not all." Victoria continued, "Jacob was bitten by a werewolf!" She screamed at the last part. "What?!" Rebecca screamed. "How's he?" "She needs to be dealt with!" Victoria made her way and rushed to Emily, but Rebecca quickly caught her arm. Victoria turned around, and hit Rebecca with her dark energy, hurling her across the room. She hit her back against the wall, fell on the ground, and struggled to get up immediately.

All three of them headed out with purpose, climbing up the ladder and heading out of the shed with their vampire weapons and walking up to the carriage to find out the most deathly of scenes: Lord Henry Lewis laying on the floor in a pool of blood. He had two punctures in his neck belonging to vampire fangs, he was fed upon but not completely, even so, Henry's soul had left his body. The coachman didn’t survive either, as his neck was snapped and his corpse lay there sitting in his post. The vampire attacked them quickly and only drank from Lord Lewis. Elizabeth let a primal scream out of her lungs that echoed through the dark empty streets of Whitechapel. The vampire was there standing besi

"I don't know how to get out of here. You said you were going to take me back to town last night" Shit. She is being difficult. I sigh loudly "Put on your fucking clothes. I will be back" I open the door to my room and walk out the hallway. I go to the far end and to the room of my best friend Rex. Rex has lived with me all my life, growing up his parents were killed during the last Contention. The Contention was the war we had ten years ago with the Vamps. Yes, you heard right. Fucking vampires. They have been our enemies since we were known to exist. Werewolves and vampires are opposites. Hate each other.

There was something that needed clarification. “Sit down, my son,” his voice was nice and friendly. “Just look at them. They are perfect, every one of them. Two queens and the prince in our growing kingdom.” “I believe so,” the werewolf readily admitted. He stared at his family with a satisfied look. He knew they made him even greater than he had ever been. In a second Victor changed his tone, his face became stern. “Look, what I got my hands on,” and he reached into his pocket. The thing he took out afterwards made the werewolf sick.

As she spoke, she walked up to Nathan and naturally linked her arm with his, using her werewolf charm to play the part of the loving wife. Victoria’s expression turned dark. Her wolf ears flattened against her head, a sign of her irritation and jealousy. Her mouth opened a few times, but she ultimately closed it, unable to speak because her arguments lacked legitimacy. In the werewolf social hierarchy, she knew she couldn't openly challenge Isabella's actions without a valid reason.

He lay on the ground, clutching his abdomen, blood seeping profusely from the wound. The vampire smirked smugly as he savored the taste of Neil's blood on his hands, clearly relishing the moment. Anger surged through me, and I transformed into my wolf form, lunging at him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, intent on tearing his limb from limb. At the same time, Roy, in his wolf form as well, attacked the vampire's lower body, having also seen Neil harmed. We both pulled with all our strength, and in that instant, the vampire's body was rent in two, dead on the spot.

It just breaks my heart to see her like this. "Well, I am a Lycan, Chris and Nate are also Lycans as well. We are like you, but a little bigger.You, my little mate are what is called a werewolf shifter. To my knowledge, you are what we believe to be the very last of your kind." I hook my finger under her chin so I can look into her eyes, and slowlybrought my lips to hers. She gasped as soon as our lips touched with an explosion of sparks between us.

TRIGGER WARNINGS This story contains elements that may be sensitive to some readers. This includes gore, graphic sexual tension, murder, language, angst, death, and a steamy romance you may have to take a cold shower after reading. Nothing in this story is based on reality and has been created for entertainment purposes only. With that in mind, keep your mental health a priority and enjoy this emotional, spicy werewolf romance... Elodie's POV

The looming threat of the rogue werewolves, now more organized and dangerous than ever, had forced even the most rivalrous clans to unite under a common cause. Alex Robert Macrobat, a 30-year-old werewolf and mother, stood beside her son, Prince Kai. Alex’s journey from a human to a werewolf had been marked by tragedy and transformation. She had embraced her new identity after her mother was killed by a werewolf, leading her to the United States where she met her werewolf clan and learned to control her werewolf form. Alex eventually gave birth to Kai, who inherited her werewolf genes and bore a striking resemblance to his father, Kim.