Werewolf Bl Novels & Stories

Thalia… Oh, this was interesting but things became even more interesting when he saw another werewolf. This one was a male with silver eyes and a jacket on. He could see the name of a pack on the jacket. Hellhounds. Lucien was familiar with them and judging by one of the symbols on the jacket this was their Beta. He saw the beta pick the girl up, a current of electricity erupting the moment there was skin contact.

The energy erupted from her palms, colliding with the werewolf's body and causing it to momentarily stagger backward. Amelia seized the opportunity and leaped forward, her blade gleaming with silver moonlight as she slashed at the werewolf's side. The creature let out a guttural howl of pain, but it quickly regained its composure and retaliated with a powerful swipe of its enormous paw.

Then he stared at Blake for a moment and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. It was just me and her in the room again, and even though I didn't know what to expect, I knew that Blake was not like us. I have heard that Loki has a hybrid who's wolfless. But I know what I saw in that class, and it was nothing short of extraordinary. Blake could be a lot of things. But being wolfless is not a part of it. When Blake suddenly let out a moan, I walked over to the bed and sat beside her, watching her heal just like any other werewolf out there, even more, faster than them.

I asked as I stared into the cold dark night. "We are right here?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned around and before me were the three men Maribel had instructed to watch over me. "You shouldn't have come here." I said as I gripped the car door in fury. One of them laughed. "It seems like you're very strong." Another of them said with a more serious tone. "Hanna was correct when she said that the Hunter family werewolf bloodline is really strong." The man who had been stabbed and had recovered miraculously, stared at me in amazement, unlike the rest. "For a young wolf, you really have so much power."

"At least explain why?!" Xavier sighs before flipping open a page. He thought he won't look like an idiot when he talked to him in his head in case he slips up and creates awkward facial expressions. "Werewolf senses require werewolf mana to operate. My guess is that Mr. Zyris is using something to block werewolf and vampire hearing to avoid anyone hearing about their conversation."

The house was empty and it was only me and him. He immediately attacked me and we fought. I stab him with the dagger I carried made of silver and dipped in wolfs bane, a substance that are harmful to werewolves. He shifted and I shifted as well. He was a brown wolf with black blazing eyes. I am a pure white wolf with a blue half-moon shape on my forehead. I was in cloud nine as we fought. At last I would avenge my family.

His eyes burned a deep, blood-red, and his fangs gleamed sharp and white. Paul scrambled off me, falling back in fear, while Caio also recoiled in terror. I heard Dany shouting at the wolf to back away, but the beast kept advancing. His eyes promised blood, and I knew he was going to kill us all. Because he was the Black Wolf. The same one who had massacred his own pack. Marius Blaine.

The blade was jagged, pitch black, and it gave off a faint, eerie glow even in the picture, like it absolutely wasn’t just metal but something alive somehow. My fingers intensely tightened around the phone. “What exactly is that thing?” I asked, my voice severely shaking. My eyes intensely flicked from the horrifying image to Stan, desperately looking for a hint that this was just some sick, awful joke he was playing. His voice dropped lower, urgent and desperate now. “It’s clearly called the Wolfblood Killer blade. That specific blade can truly kill any werewolf, even the strongest one. I personally saw Enzo’s mom openly give it to Dean. If that terrible knife simply goes through Enzo’s che

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.

His long tail whipped through the air like a massive steel whip, smashing the stones around him—a clear challenge to Damian. Damian had also shifted, but he was no longer the mighty Golden Lycan. He revealed his true form: a thin, weak Omega Black Werewolf. “Ah… so he really is an Omega,” murmured someone in disbelief. A golden and a black werewolf clashed in the sky in a violent dance. “Mother, I’m scared,” the little one in my arms whimpered, eyes wide with tears. I held the pup close, my heart racing as I watched the two wolves battle above.