Warewolf Stories Novels & Stories

I replied cautiously, hoping she wouldn't press further. To my surprise, Aunt Florence nodded knowingly. "I used to hear stories about the white wolves when I was young," she admitted, her expression thoughtful. "Our parents spoke of them often, but as time passed, those stories faded into obscurity. They became forbidden in the Packs, deemed too dangerous to discuss openly." Her words sent a chill down my spine. The realization that this knowledge was forbidden added another layer of complexity to my growing understanding of the white wolves' legacy. I had stumbled upon something significant, something that had been deliberately hidden from the werewolf community.

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

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.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

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.”

GINGER "How are things going?" Tyler asked after I'd been doing my job for a couple days. "Really good, actually!" I replied cheerfully. "So you don't mind all the tedious data entry?" "No, not at all, actually! The stuff I'm learning is so interesting. Like, I always thought werewolves were immune to almost anything, but there are all these crazy things that can happen to them. Like one doctor observed a werewolf that stopped being able to heal quickly, except when there was a full moon. The doctor decided the guy had bad blood, and they actually ended up chopping off his balls so he couldn't reproduce and pass on the defect."

The werewolf god destroyers, monstrous creatures of immense power and unyielding ferocity, had descended upon the peaceful Water Nation, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. News of the attack had reached Conard with the swiftness of a winter gale, shattering the tranquility of his secluded retreat. He had poured years of his life into hiding a secret weapon, the alpheno, a werewolf capable of harnessing the power of the water and turning the tide against any invader. But before he could fully realize its potential, the alpheno had been seized by the werewolf god destroyers, leaving the Water Nation vulnerable and defenseless.

"But I still don't know why you thought Jamie could help or what it all has to do with your interest in werewolves." Lia sighed again and took another sip of her wine. "You have no idea how hard it is to track people down when you don't know who they are or where they are. Some of the earliest stories of werewolves came from Romania. They called them varcolac, and the stories became family folktales passed down from generation to generation." "But - "

He didn’t need to know it was impossible to turn someone into a werewolf - it was all in the DNA. “You’re lying.” “Fine, then,” I shrugged. “Keep withholding information and you’ll find out.” For a little extra flare, I let my canines descend and slowly approached. How exactly was it that all the stories said you could be turned? I gripped onto his hair, exposing his neck. “Wait!” he cried. “What do you want to know?” “That’s better,” I said with a smile, backing away from him. “Now how many of you are in the Marsan ranks?”

Like it didn’t like this conversation. I stepped closer to him slowly. “What am I?” The question came out softer this time. Not angry. Worse. Honest. Kael looked at me for a long moment. Too long. Then— “There used to be stories.” My breath caught. “Stories about what?” His eyes darkened. “About wolves born with marks.” The air in the archives seemed to tighten around us. “Not ordinary wolves,” he continued. “Something older.” Older. That word again.