Werewolf Being Human Novels & Stories

I answered her, which shocked her. "Whoa! So, have you seen one? Have you ever met one? What do they look like?" She asked as she turned around to face me. "Well, yeah! They just looked like humans too. But werewolves can transform into two forms—the beast form and the regular wolf form. While the vampires… they have… fangs, and red eyes. But some have the ability to look like a normal human." I answered her with the whole truth. "Wow! You must be one of them." She let out while accusing me. Or maybe she knew?

Joshua was the one that agreed for the boys. “There was a chapter on humans and wolves who are mates. Since wolves are half human and half wolves, a human mate could be change into a werewolf.” Jess said. All the boys were stunned. Not one of them had ever thought that would be possible, but the bigger question was, why was Jess telling this to them now?

But deep in his heart, the women and men in the village, they were all good people. Before, when he was just an orphan, no one cared to take care of him. It was the people in this village who took care of him as an adult. Only, humans and wolves are two different worlds. Since they found out that he was a werewolf, moreover, he had killed a lot of livestock in the village. They gradually shunned him, treating him like an enemy. However, this did not matter much to Adam. In the immediate future, he did not want to endanger these innocent people for his own sake.

The corners of his eyes still crinkled with mirth, but it was evident that he was starting to see the logic behind my seemingly outrageous plan. Seeing Peter laugh at my joke, I couldn't help but join in. On the surface, it appeared I was just poking fun at myself, but deep down, I was being entirely serious. Ever since the last resurrection ritual, nearly all my werewolf powers had been drained, and as a result, my form had undergone a transformation—I had indeed become a small wolf dog, petite and with a coat of pure white fur. This change initially filled me with insecurity; after all, I used to be a strong, imposing white wolf, and now I had turned into something so “adorable.”

Staying human requires constant vigilance and self-control that slowly wears me down. Still, there are moments of peace. Walking in nature, I appreciate the beauty of the full moon that haunts my nights. I remind myself that my werewolf self is only one part of who I am. As the sun rises after each transformation, I feel gratitude to be alive and human once more.

The peace continued for many centuries after, but as she grow more adept at keeping the prosperity and tranquility of her beloved land, a conflict arose. Werewolves were a tad bit different compared to humans. They have this ability to transform into a wolf allowing them to have strength and physique above the average man. They have the same features as humans before their transformation aside from their eyes, the eyes that glow at the slight touch of moonlight. In a way, werewolves can surely be considered better compared to humans but they did not allow that to get to their heads. They view humans as comrades and even family for some. They are kind, caring, and take pride in their relation

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

“You… dare to insult us as lowly beasts? In contrast, the werewolf race had it all. We have strength, intelligence, and eternal life. We are different from you--weak humans.” The man stepped closer to Jonea in human form. In the next second, he had become a great golden wolf again. He opened his jaw and was ready to sink his fangs into Jonea's neck. Jonea groaned, trying to fight back. The fangs were already pressed into the skin of Jonea's neck and felt stabbing. Suddenly the golden wolf was thrown aside and left Jonea in a daze. With blurred vision, Jonea saw another wolf that was also helpless. Something is attacking them.

she continued, her voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. “Werewolves found it difficult to blend into the human world due to their allergy to silver… and a few other vulnerabilities that set them apart. Likewise, humans struggled to adapt in the werewolf territories, facing their own set of challenges. So, some among them began to change, humans transformed into werewolves to be with the ones they loved, while others sacrificed their wolf nature to become fully human,” she narrated, her gaze far-off, as if envisioning those first sacrifices.

Shadows melded, and in a cascade of shimmering light, the wolves transformed into humans, their figures emerging from the darkness like ephemeral spirits. Jette stood amidst this extraordinary transformation, her breath caught in the realization that the lupine companions were, in their true essence, human. The night air carried whispers of ancient knowledge, and as the final metamorphosis concluded, a diverse group of individuals stood before her—each a reflection of humanity with eyes that held the wisdom of ages. The leader, the majestic wolf who had met her gaze with understanding, stepped forward. In his human form, he bore a regal demeanor, his eyes piercing through the shadows. A sile