Werewolf Bakugou Novels & Stories

Rogues are also hired by the king, to keep bringing she-wolf for his lust and to keep an eye on all packs around the world for one werewolf– one who bears a moon mark on the neck, a Samrat's bloodline. The wounded creature, slithering its white body in the rippling water edge of a cliff, letting out an echoing cry to call its master. It has used all its energy to uphold its floating body and lost a lot of blood during the battle with werewolves. After a long wait, an entity under a red cloak emerged from the woods, striding as quickly as it can toward the creature. A hand stretches out to caress Goya's head. The moment their skin came in contact, memories from Goya transferred to her master'

This land is under my protection, and I will not yield to your aggression. The tension hung heavy in the air as the rival pack prepared to attack. Luna's eyes glowed with a radiant intensity, a testament to her unwavering determination. Just as the rival werewolves lunged forward, ready to strike, a thunderous roar echoed through the forest. Out of the shadows emerged a figure, larger and more imposing than any werewolf Luna had ever encountered. It was a powerful, ancient creature—a celestial being known as a Stellar Guardian. The rival pack froze in fear, their eyes widening with disbelief.

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

The manor gates stood open under a sky the color of bruised peaches, dawn’s first light bleeding across the battlements like a wound that refused to heal. The pack had returned in near silence, wolves shifting back to human form one by one, shoulders bowed under the weight of victory that felt too fragile to trust. Elara walked at Kael’s side her hybrid form now settled into something breathtakingly balanced: silver-gray fur tracing elegant lines along her collarbone and forearms, claws sheathed but ready, eyes a deep molten silver flecked with the warm brown of her human past. Every step she took radiated quiet power, yet her hand trembled faintly where it rested on her lower abdomen.

I staggered backward, my eyes wide. Her body shimmered. Behind her, something materialized. A figure. A spirit. No—a beast. A luminous Moon Wolf towered behind her, silver and translucent, eyes glowing like ice and stars. It looked down at me, unblinking, ancient. My legs buckled.I fell to the ground. Her Aura pressed down like a celestial weight, forcing the air from my lungs. My wolf whimpered. I gasped. "No. No, this isn't possible." How is it possible? It's a legendary Moon Wolf. Wasn't it supposed to be rarest Werewolves after Lycans?

I could feel the rotation of the earth beneath my feet. I looked down at the mark. It wasn't a jagged wound. It was a glowing, silver sigil of a wolf’s head, etched perfectly into my skin. The heat radiating from it was intoxicating—a constant, pulsing reminder that we were no longer two separate beings. The door to the chamber finally gave way. The first of the Pack—a massive, scarred Beta named Silas—lunged through the threshold, his eyes blood-red with the madness of the Blood Moon. He didn't see an Alpha and his mate; he saw a target.

Werewolf power levels that had increased were divided into several levels: • Omega • Beta • Gamma • Delta • Alpha • King Alpha • Emperor Alpha • Divine Alpha In a world where those who reached Beta strength were respected, Raven was left behind. Yes, he was the Cursed Omega. The most vulnerable werewolf in the Silver Moon Pack, perhaps even the entire Pack. Woosh! The previously calm night breeze suddenly turned cold. Very cold. The previously calm night breeze suddenly turned ice-cold. Raven felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, sensing a dangerous presence watching him.

Nico breathed a sigh of mixed exasperation and relief before continuing. “Okay, first things first. If you haven’t realized yet, you’re a werewolf.” Ben looked at his furry self which was sitting down on the floor. “Yeah, I guess I got that… I thought we change with the full moon, though.” “Well… Not necessarily. The full moon is merely a trigger and also a power-up. Otherwise, you guys can change anytime once you’ve turned. And from what I can see, you’ve just went through your first transformation.”

“I called for backup. They’ll be here any minute now.” The man swears quietly and the wolf stares at the two of us in loathing. Its red eyes reminding me of Mr. Zyris’s when he talked to me yesterday. The man rides the back of the werewolf, holding his injured arm close to his chest. The werewolf runs to where they both originally came from and escapes. Something tells me this isn’t the end of their attempts yet. Is this what they meant by trying to keep me from the werewolf world?

Clara holding a black sword was fighting something that Jason thought only existed in fairytales and movies, a huge Black wolf with spikes on it's back, it had blood shot red eyes and yellow claws, it was also standing on its hind legs like a human. "Ahhh!" Jason couldn't contain his fear he let out a shout. Clara was quickly alerted of his presence and her expression turned grim "Run away! Jason!" She cried. But it was too late. The beast had pounced on the boy and grabbed him. "Let me go!" He cried but the beast instead threw away the flash light. "An acquaintance of the Shepard? How interesting, I had no intention of making more but, tormenting you is worth it!" The beast spoke in a grues