Warewolf Stories Novels & Stories

I asked, leaning in to look at the paper. "Caleb’s map is saying something," Fenrir murmured, his deep voice full of a strange excitement. He pointed his thick finger at a series of small, circular symbols drawn near the northern mountains. "Look here. The old stories from the human towns said that the werewolves were almost completely extinct after the big wars. But that was a lie." Whoa. I glanced back at Kate, who was still talking with Damon down the path. This was her stuff, and she would be thrilled to hear this.

Alpha Rhett’s POV The Glacier Hollow wolves began to arrive in groups huddled in cars crammed with whatever pieces of home they could salvage. Burnt clothes. Cracked picture frames. Shattered weapons that had failed to protect them. Their stories matched: the pack had been leveled. Not a single building was left unscathed. The demons hadn’t just come to fight; they’d come to annihilate.

“We have a more serious matter to look into right now. First of all, what kind of creatures are these? They do not quite look like us.” “I suspect that they are Nikjin’s minions,” said Monah, the general of Vak’s warriors. “From the little intelligence that I have been able to gather from my spies, your brother’s army of evil werewolves is a distorted version of our kind.” Vak sighed. “I thought that the rumors were just embellished to scare us, but it seems like they may be true. These beasts have unnatural strength and if it had not been for our numbers, they could have overpowered us and killed us all.”

Maybe I really was making a huge mistake pushing him away. Interrupting my thoughts, Lucy replied, “Oh, it’s definitely true! Blake tortures people too, and so did his dad—well, your dad too, I guess. I’ve heard stories. I won’t repeat them because they’re gruesome.” “Tell me, please,” I said, eager to know, begging Lucy with my eyes. “Okay, I won’t go into detail, but I’ve heard they chop people’s arms and legs off and pull out their eyes. Stuff like that. And werewolves don’t die. They just heal so they can keep going for hours.”

I laughed as he jumped at me again, and I grabbed him by his leg and tossed him to the ground. "I remember this one time, the two of you decided that you wanted to beat on this one pack wolf. See, he was weak at the time because his wolf had tucked themselves away. What you didn't expect after you tossed him from that cliff and down into the gorge, was for him to come back to life." I moved toward the wolf, aware of another coming up behind me. While the murderer before me was climbing to his feet, I quickly spun around and snapped the neck of the other wolf who had just joined us.

*Tabby’s POV* Tempestra was in an uproar. They had heard the story of the missing Dutchess who was brainwashed by the wolves and lycans. They heard of the dead, and almost dead bodies, that had been returned to our doorstep as warnings. The real facts have been twisted and turned so much, even I was questioning what was real and what wasn’t.

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

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

"Your mother is alright. I am sure she is getting ready for bed. Sapphire asked me to tell you guys a bedtime story. I am not good at this but I will try." Alaric scoffs but does not refute whereas Sapphire scoots closer with an expectant look in her eyes. Not sure where to start, I decided to tell them the first story Arthur told me when we first met. The story of the wolf. "A long time ago, the human race was under siege from creatures of darkness. Humans are relatively a weaker race and thus they are prone to sinister attacks. Many different creatures were roaming the earth and invading the human territory. Some would kill at will, some relied on human blood for their survival and some ju