Wattpad Werewolf Stories Novels & Stories

She introduces him and I hear chairs scrape on the floor as they sit, and I hastily button my shirt. “Nice to meet you, and are you a…like Wills too?” He asks as I open the door, tucking my shirt into my pants and retaking my chair. “The term you are looking for is Wolfen or less popularly Werewolf. And yes, he is.” I say, retaking my seat. “So how many more of you are there?” Conall asks, leaning back to watching us closely with clear suspicion.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

m So upcoming books: Roberto and Zeth’s story Bruno Junior’s story (This is going to be very dark and depressing) Then….. a new Werewolf book, are there any readers who love the rejected mate troupe?

"You know, there's been weird stuff going on in Willow Creek." Tess turned to him, her interest piqued. "What kind of stuff?" Ethan leaned in. "People saying they've seen things in the woods. Shadows moving on their own. Some folks are saying it's the old legends coming back."Tess felt a shiver run down her spine. "Legends?" Ethan nodded. "About werewolves. People say they roam these woods at night."Tess's mind flashed to Liam, to the way he made her feel. Could it be?

Aurellia nodded and pinched the bridge of her nose. “And they didn’t tell me because…?” Aurellia asked. “They don’t want to admit they can’t tell the difference between a wolf and a werewolf,” Peggy shrugged. “When will the court stop being so difficult?” Aurellia sighed. “That’s all good for me to know… See if you can’t hear anything else while out on your Excursion. Consider it a secondary goal.” “Of course, your majesty,” Peggy smiled, her heart racing as she thought of the adventure to come.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

There is this one story that is always told called 'The Wolf People' (The Wolf People) Thousands of years ago, there was a tribe of people who lived in the deep parts of the forest known as the Wolf People. It's been said that these people had the ability to change or shape shift from human to wolf, also known as werewolves. They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies.

She asked. “Alanna I-…” “Need space”. She smiled cutting me off. “Just a little but I’ll see you at school tomorrow”. Only then did I realise I was still standing in my towel. “I’m going for coffee this afternoon with Lacey. The offers there if you want to come. No pressure though”. “Maybe”. I shrugged. “Okay well I better get home. I’ll see you later Leah”. “Bye”. I smiled. .. I had been sat in my room for what seemed like forever. My laptop open researching werewolf’s. I was sat researching an animal that only existed in the wild or so I thought before.

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

3: Waxing Storm Elara’s lungs burned as they raced through the ancient forest, Kael’s massive hand gripping hers. Her body was changing—bones aching, senses sharpening with every stride. The waxing moon pulled at her emerging wolf blood, syncing with Kael’s growing rut. “They’re close,” Kael growled, golden eyes scanning the shadows. “Your coven wants us both drained.” A distant spell blast shook the trees. They dove into the ruins of an old lunar temple, collapsing behind fallen pillars. Dust settled around them. Elara’s heart pounded, fear mixing with unbearable heat between her thighs.