Victorian Werewolf Novels & Stories

This she-wolf was truly vicious, manipulating everyone and everything around her. Werewolf life meant nothing to her. Not my daughter's, not my mother's, not even her own daughter's if it served her purposes. "First, you bribed Connor Blackthorn to frame me and make Ethan misunderstand me," Victoria continued, her voice trembling with false emotion. "When that failed, you started spreading rumors that I'm not Little Orange. What are you trying to do?" I felt my control slipping, my wolf clawing to the surface. The audacity of this woman to stand there and accuse me after what she'd done to my mother!

His trusted advisors and family members gathered around him, offering words of encouragement and support. Lady Victoria, his father's trusted confidante, approached him with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "Ethan, my dear, remember to cherish every moment of this day. It is a celebration of love and unity, but also a testament to the strength and resilience of our werewolf community." Ethan nodded, his gaze reflecting a deep sense of gratitude. Lady Victoria had been a guiding presence in his life, imparting wisdom and instilling in him a sense of responsibility. Her words resonated deeply, reminding him of the weight and privilege that came with his role as Alpha.

"Oh God." "Werewolves exist," he continued. His voice was calm. Too calm. "We've existed for thousands of years. We run most of the city's power structures. Banks. Corporations. Government. We hide in plain sight because humans don't want to believe what they can't explain." I couldn't breathe. The room was spinning. "Victoria is one," he said. "Her entire family is. Mafia ties. Old bloodlines. Dangerous." "Why…" I couldn't form complete sentences. "Why did she…"

Because it's off-shoulders, my clevarges are in sight Victoria is exceptionally strong for a woman which really explains her gene as a werewolf. At this point, I’m only hanging onto the dress because it’s the only thing holding me upright, and the dress I had on was slowly coming down but Victoria is not ready to let go, “I said let go!” I yelled again. I’m about to simply give up and fall to the ground, when a pair of powerful hands catch my waist, guiding my feet back to the ground. That can only be one person... Damian Moon.

“My husband’s life. My son’s life. She gave them back long enough to win. And we repaid her with chains.” The room fractured. Some shouted agreement. Others shouted betrayal. Fists flew. A wanted poster was torn from the wall and burned in the hearth. In the capital’s council chambers—half-rebuilt after the invasion—military commanders and surviving nobles gathered under torchlight. General Korran, grizzled and pragmatic, tossed the edict scroll onto the table. “Valros isn’t bluffing,” he said flatly. “Alaric lost his wife to a werewolf raid when Victoria was six. He’s never recovered. If his daughter’s heart is set on this girl… he’ll burn half the continent before he lets her be taken agai

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

The bigger the audience, the more spectacular the fall. I took my assigned seat in the third row, close enough to be called upon but far enough back to observe. Pack members whispered around me, many shooting curious glances in my direction. "Isn't that Marcus's ex-fiancée?" "I heard she went completely crazy and attacked Victoria." "Poor thing probably can't handle being replaced." Let them whisper. Soon they'd have much more interesting things to discuss. The ceremony began with traditional werewolf rituals. Victoria looked radiant in her designer gown, her mate Marcus standing proudly beside her. She'd chosen him for his connections to the Blackwater Pack—a strategic alliance disguised as

my eyes were raging flame giving him a warning but just like me, he was as stubborn as a mule. "Victor. Victor Moore from Blue Moon Pack. Pack of werewolves in another realm!" He even kissed the back of her palm! "Damn!"

He bought her an apartment, with the money from our joint trust fund. Victoria had a unique werewolf scent, like a special perfume. Every time Alex stayed out all night, when he came back, I could smell her all over him. Other wolves in the pack warned me more than once about her. “They could fool around, it’s probably nothing. But if Alex falls in love with her, one day, he might choose her as the new Luna Queen.” I said nothing. The first time I met Victoria was at the Spring hunt party. When I woke up that day, I already felt a bit unwell. My heart ached so bad.

Victor and Adam were running at the deer’s right flank while Diana and I were on its right. “Let’s bring it down and feast on its flesh,” Adam suggested. “No,” Victor commanded. “Let the creature live. We need to circle back. There is a strange scent nearby that I want to investigate.” He slowed his pace to a walk. I stopped and circled back to him and allowed the deer to run into a hedgerow. “Is it another deer?” I inquired. “Perhaps a herd is nearby.” “No.” Victor inhaled deeply, and his turquoise eyes scanned the tree line. “It’s another werewolf.”