Warewolf Books Novels & Stories

Luna had brought in a few more books for me to get started on after this one. I opened the book up to a new section that was all about werewolf pregnancy. My chest panged. I didn't think it would be so triggering, but I was once again reminded of the fact that I wouldn't be able to carry werewolf pups. Then again, Heidi was making her crazy situation work, so maybe I could make mine with Tyce work too. I began to wonder if there was anything in the books about humans carrying werewolf babies. There had to be, right? From what I'd heard, it was dangerous and the mother was unlikely to survive it. But that was all he said she said. There weren't any official sources—well, besides maybe these b

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.

It made sense to him that Adrian had lost his mind and had murdered these innocent families, those children. “Okay look at these. I found them in my father’s house after his funeral,” Adrian said and handed Robert three old books, bound in leather. Robert opened the first book and began to read. It held accounts of wolf sightings, transformation ceremonies, councils, people with powers, how to kill a wolf and much more. There were detailed drawings and Robert could tell by the faded ink that the books were old indeed. Adrian knew the truth.

I blinked. “You… just had that speech ready?” “I’m the Gamma,” he said, dryly, “My position exists to remind everyone of the facts, especially when the two ranks above me are butting heads. Let’s call it the voice of reason.” I probably shouldn’t have smiled at that, but I did anyway. “Read, then.” “Chronicles of Wardcraft,” he said, and his thumb walked down columns of dates and notes until it stopped. “Here. ‘Anomalies Adjacent to Rare Blood.’ There are accounts of silver-marked wolves near ward failure. Correlation bears recording. Causation… suspected.”

Grand, with a vaulted ceiling arched high, painted with constellations and mythic beasts, towering shelves rising like walls, carved from dark oak and lined with books. “Here.” He pulls out an old book, its cover black and edged in gold. At the center gleams a golden wolf’s head, bared teeth frozen in a snarl. Behind it, a raven spreads its wings wide, poised as if descending from the sky. Grimm opens it. The pages are an old, yellowish color, but intact. “Most of the Raven Wolf King books here are written to sound like fantasy, as if he were just a fairy tale. This one’s the one you want. Depicts date‑to‑date events.”

I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far, I had five books that I found would pique my interest such as Alice in Wonderland, Pride and Prejudice and the Maze Runner. All of these books were human and I admired the wide selection of books that this room had. I tried to find one that was all about werewolves like the library back at my pack had and only seemed to find one that was labelled 'As Old As Time Will Tell' written by none other than one of the eldest werewolf alive which was 'Herbert Vanderlin'. In the blurb, it states his life as an old

Why would a warlord return to an unranked wolf's cold ledge? I ascended the winding stone staircase toward the eastern archives. The stronghold housed two distinct centers of knowledge: one was Draven's private tactical map room, an absolute zone of exclusion heavily protected by runic blood-locks; the secondary archive was an expansive, timber-lined vault where my wolf consumed research journals during the isolated winter watches. For three long winters, my intellect had devoured the latest Skyfang Rift Engineering metrics, refusing to let my unranked status decay. My senses mapped the perimeter flawlessly—my own claws had structured these shelves—and my hand isolated the specific runic pro

“He’s been taking care of them for almost 10 years, but with each day the risk of exposure grows as their children come of age. They need someplace safe to shift and let their wolves out. To hunt and be werewolves.” “What’s his name?” he asked, holding his hands out and accepting the file I handed him. “Darian Darby,” I said. “He’s here, but outside of the territory since he is technically a rogue.” I then turned to the other alphas. “But can we seriously turn away that many wolves and risk exposure to the humans? We’re about to go extinct as it is, let’s not add to those numbers by ignorance because of a concept that was true hundreds of years ago.” I turned to the one who’d taken charge du

he blurted out, and pushed the book into her hands. Mj smoothed her palms over the front cover, it was made of fabric with a single name heat pressed into the front, “Doran,” she pronounced out loud before opening the book and skimming through a few pages. Dante chewed the inside of his cheeks as he watched Mj’s eyes dart back and forth over the pages. She began the way one does with a book. Intrigued by the initial information, but as she began flipping, her emotions started reading on her face, first concern then shock and by the time she flipped to the end chapters she was almost sweating with anxiety. Mj slowly closed the book and looked at Dante with confusion written all over her face,

I hadn't slept a wink, and even though I didn't feel the least bit sleepy, I couldn't deny the fact that my back ached from being hunched over my desk all through the night. The old books spread in front of me were stained with time, dust clinging to their spines. While I pulled them from the archives, I could swear I made out cobwebs dangling all around them. The fang of Velkar. That was the only thing I'd been on the look out for. Prior to this moment, I wasn't sure I'd bothered myself to learn a little bit more about the blade, other than it's name. Over the years, rumors and theories had come to light, but none of them actually piqued my interest. No one ever spoke of what came after, th