Victorian Werewolf Novels & Stories

I begged. Victoria sighed and sat down at the foot of my bed. I’d never seen her look so unlike a Queen. Her hair was wild, unbound as it usually was. Her eyebags rivaled Valentin’s and she looked puffy from tears. I watched her eyes flutter shut as she sucked in a deep breath. “There was a prophecy,” she started, voice low. “When you were born. Of a wolf who could take down the vampires.” “Take them down?” I interjected. “I thought you and Valentin had already killed most of them and imprisoned Renatus.”

I found and killed the werewolf but I have yet to find the vampire that is the sole one responsible, because if he hadn't left him weak he would have been able to at least defend himself. I met Whytt on my travels and found out that his mother was kidnapped and killed by werewolves when he was also 15, he has been looking for the werewolves responsible ever since. We became friends and started to hunt together, after a while it just seemed natural and easier to say we were brothers travelling together it made for less questions that way, we were a little low on cash so we took this job. We both wanted to kill her straight away since she was a werewolf but the main condition of the job was sh

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

They knew they had to act swiftly to rescue Katherine and stop Sophia's nefarious plans from coming to fruition. Victoria, with her newfound witch powers and werewolf genes, concentrated, tapping into the depths of her abilities. She closed her eyes, seeking a connection to Katherine through the intricate web of supernatural energy. As she delved into the ethereal realm, visions began to materialize in her mind—a decrepit castle, its towering spires reaching into the night sky, shrouded in darkness and situated deep within the vampire-infested territory.

Victoria answered firmly, she lifted her face up because she felt that she had won from Sienna. "By the way, you and your family come to visit our palace, Victoria. I want to be your friend," Catherine added, she smiled broadly. "With pleasure, Empress," Victoria replied, she returned Catherine's smile. ****** In the werewolf palace, where there are Beta Ridley, Alpha Bryan, Beta Maurice and Eloise, they were talking about a Luna who was rejected by Alpha Bryan. "Bryan, do you really want to make Victoria of the vampire nation your soul mate?" asked Beta Ridley.

"I've been researching Victor, and I think I've found something." Emilia's eyes narrowed, and she felt a sense of curiosity rising up inside of her. "What is it?" Emilia asked. Ava hesitated, unsure of how to explain. "Victor is an ancient werewolf," Ava said. "One who has been alive for centuries." Emilia's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a sense of fear rising up inside of her. "That's impossible," Emilia said. Ava nodded, her eyes serious. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's true," Ava said. "Victor is an ancient werewolf, and he has powers beyond our wildest imagination."

Aldrich I swear Ava took ten years off my life, the way she was whimpering and crying in her sleep. My first thought was–somebody is magically attacking in her sleep. I don’t know if that’s even possible. I have a very limited knowledge of magic, given the strict segregation between the magical beings and us Werewolves. Pain was deeply etched on her face as she tried to ward something or somebody off, her arms flailing wildly. How was I to know that it was only a nightmare?

She didn't want the young woman to feel too overwhelmed. After all, mating with one's partner was perfectly normal among werewolves, something everyone did, and many were even open about it. Werewolves were, by nature, highly sensual creatures. But Victoria was different. She had grown up in the Royal Palace under strict rules and proper etiquette, so she lacked the casual openness that came naturally to most wolves. Unlike others, who might sneak away to indulge in the forest or even in secluded public spaces when the mate bond became too hard to resist, Victoria carried a far thinner skin when it came to such matters.

We never went back to the mansion after this, and I completely understand Kai’s decision not to go back. Thirteen-year-old Viktor sees them walking towards the staircase and scurries to get back in bed, but in his rush to get away, he doesn't see the dark shadow slinking around the corner towards his brother’s room. The witch targeted Dimitri from a young age; it seems. I wonder what made her decide to go with Dimitri and not our more vulnerable younger brother, Nikolai. But then again, Nikolai has the Volkov temper - whatever parasite was implanted in Dimitri would have wreaked havoc in Nikolai.

He ran to my side, his hand finding mine. “Whatever happens,” he said, his eyes fierce. “We stay together.” The light from the altar grew until it filled the entire room, blinding us. I felt a pull in my soul, like something was being ripped out of me and replaced with something ancient. The Werewolf Queen was no longer a legend. She was here. And she was angry.