Werewolf Blood Novels & Stories

Avalea I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I come to, I’m once again staring into the Werewolf’s silver-gray eyes. They’re not glowing this time, thanks to the bright sunlight flooding the hut. I try to sit up, but wince as pain shoots up my leg. I’m still feeling light-headed. The Werewolf is looking at the blood-soaked remains of my nightgown and the pool of blood on the floor with horror. “What the hell!” he exclaims.

My muscles were fatigued and heavy for me to raise myself up, but I just had to as the day was about to break fully and we wouldn't need to get to work. I glanced at her on the bed with teary eyes. She had sacrificed herself for me. I didn't have any other doubts about trusting them anymore, but my secret on being the chosen one was going to stay like that. I pulled myself up to my feet and walked into the bathroom to get a washcloth. I returned back to the room and situated myself close to Sarah as I gently dabbed at the dried blood on her skin. She had injuries everywhere but I wasn't scared she was going to die. I knew she was going to be okay because she was a werewolf. Werewolves have r

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

Adriana stammered out a question as she was surprised and embarrassed by the gesture. “This is a bloodstone,” he replied. “It is made when a wolf infuses their blood essence into a regular stone and with this on your neck, I will always know where you are and if you are ever in danger, I'll sense it through my blood essence in the stone and I'll come running to you no matter where you are.”

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

Nina,short for Nicolina just turned eighteen in the month of the full moon.Although,considering the fact that she'd get to finally see her wolf form and get to know her mate,she wasn't happy. The vampires and werewolves lived together in harmony ages past until a werewolf and a vampire violated the code and everything was ruined. They were at serious war that not only claimed the lives of many of them but that of Nina's mother also-the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack,her father being the Alpha.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

Cassadie thought as fingers run through her hair while she was hugging a man's naked chest where she leans her head on his arm. She looked at him, his red eyes seemed to reflect the half-moon’s light. His red lips that were very soft had thirsts her and made her want more. His pale skin and pure white hair remind her earlier that night when she had mistaken him for a vampire. His skin was soft as if he bathed in milk and he just smells so good that she couldn't stop herself from sniffing his neck. She was a human yet she wondered if this may be how vampires were attracted to blood.

"Elara's healing serum is so precious. We should set up a standardized production line. We'll need to draw five liters of your blood. Every month. It's the only way to create enough high-grade serum." Five liters of blood. Every month. My heart sank. An adult werewolf only has four to five liters of blood in their entire body. She wanted me dead. "Just imagine," Sarah continued, painting her pretty picture, "we could monopolize the entire healing market in the alliance. Potions made from your blood will be worth a fortune." "The Northern pack will become the wealthiest power," Gavin added. "And you will receive the honor you deserve." Honor? The honor of being bled dry until I withered away

"But my real problem is that someone did break the law. Blood got stolen and because of that, dozens of patients are in danger! Some people need that blood." "I'll take care of it!" I said, already frustrated. "I mean the blood. Werewolves can share blood regardless of the blood group. They may still be demihumans, but they still carry pieces of werewolf DNA, so my blood is compatible. How much blood do you need?" "Wolfe, I appreciate the gesture, but it will take hours for the whole process and..." "I can regenerate, there's more than enough blood. But I don't have hours or time at the moment. I will deal with the other situation, just hold these people off until I get here!"