Werewolf And Woman Novels & Stories

“It's dark already, they must have noticed I m gone by now. I shouldn’t stop even I m tired. No one can stop me, no one. Here I m coming to your world humans.” Is that her? I can now hear and sense her presence too. How can I sense her and hear her at the same time? Ok!!! she is planning to move to the human world? Perfect plan for any werewolf. she is not a fool after all. She knows the human world is the safest place for both vampires and werewolves. But who’s gonna save you from me? I will follow you everywhere wolf girl.

She looked at the window where three rogues were seating. The leader shifted to his human form and stood in front of her as she raised to her feet. "One future alpha gone down. Mission accomplished on earth." He said. "I'll kill you right here right now!" she roared shifting to her white werewolf. The rogue leader shifted to his wolf and together the pounce on her. Clawed punches, bites, were been exchanged, tables and glasses shattering, vessel dropping down from decoration. And the verdict of Luna was pronounced.

The cracking sound was audible, but no one seemed to flinch as he lay motionless. “I guess the rumors were right; she’s crazy, but she’s tough; even an omega can stand up to you,” one of the new women remarked, glancing down at the unconscious man with no sympathy. Aurora surveyed the group, trying to calculate an escape route; they clearly had more forces than she could handle on her own, and she didn’t want to exhaust herself without knowing their purpose. The second woman nudged the werewolf, and he shifted, charging toward her with razor-sharp claws and bared teeth. There was no way she could dodge it.

The woods, once a sanctuary, became a witness to an unspeakable act of violence. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the night, freezing everyone in place. The men, startled, looked around nervously. Another growl, closer this time, echoing through the darkness. I recognized it instantly—it was the unmistakable growl of a werewolf. Helena, in her wolf form, burst forth from the shadows, her fur bristling with a protective rage. The men, realizing the imminent threat, stepped back, their eyes widening in terror. Helena, towering over them, lunged forward with a swift, powerful motion.

~Armand Salvatore pov~ I took a solitary walk in the silent snow, and felt the chill of the night creeping into my bones. The darkness was my friend, but tonight it seemed to be hiding something from me. I was drawn to the shape of a woman standing a few feet away from me, her back turned towards me. As I approached her, my hand outstretched to touch her shoulder, she suddenly turned around. In that instant, I realized my mistake. This was not a woman, but a werewolf!

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

Her Dad and the rest was fuzzy. “Dude, what the…” a male voice was saying from the living room, when a sound that seemed like a punch, shut him up. In one swift motion, she was up. She looked at her dressing. She was still in her skinny jeans and leather jacket. The one she wore when she returned the previous day. Werewolves were blessed with super hearing, super speed, fast healing. In another swift motion, she was at the door of her living room. The room was a mess. Broken furnitures, broken glasses, splatters of blood. Some fractures of woods sticking out from the wall.

Arayah returned to the Werewolf kingdom, her heart heavy with the weight of her decisions. The once fierce rivalry between werewolves and vampires had been replaced by an uneasy coexistence. The vampires, now a part of the kingdom, were provided with all the necessities for their survival, their presence a constant reminder of the fragile peace they sought.

“What the fuck do you mean by that? We had sex once-” “Now she has you by the balls,” I chuckle, watching as he clenches his jaw and grinds his teeth. “And from what I’ve heard, she’s got it pretty bad, too.” He simply sighs when I say this, then shakes his head. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work, Vega,” he grumbles, white-knuckling the steering wheel. “She’s a fucking werewolf, anyway.” “Half-wolf, half-succubus, and last I checked, Succubi worship the same Goddess as Vampires,” I add, having learned that from Luna Caterina.

The witches had laughed about it, not because they took part in the act of killing the Luna but because they knew the species that did so. Maria was sitting in front of her mother, with her head in between her thighs of the mother when she decided to speak to her mother about the trending topic that circulated in the forest where they reside "Momma, what if the witches were the ones that killed Luna? What will be our outcome?" She asked as her mother continued to plait cornrows on Maria's hair "Since before you were given birth too. There has been a battle of power between the two elephants which are the Humans and the werewolves" her mother focused on the hair she was plaiting for a while a