Werewolf Blood Novels & Stories

Aurora had to steady her grandmother, who kept whispering, “I knew it… I knew today would be strange.” We stopped before the ancient trunk of the portal tree—its bark etched with runes older than cities. “They are human,” I told Aurora. “They must bear wolf blood to cross.” Her grandmother’s eyes widened. “Excuse me—what now? Through a tree?” “It’s fine, Grandma,” Aurora said. “Just… weird supernatural stuff.” I pricked my palm and brushed my blood across her father’s. Aurora did the same for her grandmother. They hesitated, staring at their palms like they were holding fire.

I gathered the dense power in my palm and struck it towards him, the aim merely grazed his arm, my ability to manipulate the energy was lacking. He'd lied! It hurt him. There was a huge gash on his arm where the white light had hit, he was bleeding but his blood was dark and black instead of red. Vampires craved the blood of every other creature but their own, and the blood of werewolves were the most enticing to them. Seeing his wound made something clench in my heart, an unconscious feeling that I couldn't control. It hurt as if the wound was on me and not him.

The water was dyed crimson from the blood dripping from the werewolf. - It's useless, you can't take it by force, what the hell to do? Alud thinks. The hunter turned his back, walked towards the blade lying in the garbage. Alud's thoughts swirled wildly in his head. His eyes were fixed on what was holding him back.

He asked her with a look of astonishment on his face. “Yes.” She replied. “I want you to sign it. I don’t trust you, Draven.” She told him and moved back. “And you think I will succumb to a mere human?” he asked her with a smile. “Let’s just say I don’t want to take any chances.” She simply said to him and gave a warm smile, a smile filled with deception and murderous intent. With an elongated finger, he dug into his palm and watched as blood seeped from it. Then he allowed the few drops of blood to fall on the paper, creating a beautiful red pattern, before his wound healed at a very fast pace.

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

He couldn't show his weakness so he channeled it with his body language. "Alex? What's wrong?" Seeing him panic makes me panic too. Alex sat on the very end of the sofa, still looking at me. "While all that was happening, your eyes turned violet, Cara." "Violet ? "I'm still not sure, but...I've read that only the first Werewolf bloodlines have violet irises." He looked back at me carefully. "First bloodline? Maybe you saw it wrong yesterday, Alex." I laughed nervously. "At first I thought so too ... " he muttered, "The first werewolf bloodlines were pure blood. They were far, far stronger than normal werewolves. Even Alphas."

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

“I can smell the blood, that’s all.” I shrugged. Blood transfusions amongst werewolves were culturally frowned upon and even outlawed in some pacts. With the recent decline of our kind, our werewolf blood was considered sacred. And until we figured out why the Moon Goddess was making less and less of us, we didn’t share the little blood we had for fear it would make us… less of ourselves. The same stood for taking blood as well. Our bodies can’t process human blood, only that of other werewolves. Jennivah gave me a stern look. “We do not speak of such things.” But then adding, somewhat softer, “we are fortunate enough there was someone close enough here to don

I asked, my throat feeling dry. He studied me silently for a moment, then chuckled as he shifted, dried leaves crunching under his boots. “The blood of a werewolf is like a fine brandy…strong, heady. But the blood of a pregnant she-wolf?” “I'm quite sure our blood is meant to poison you dirty creatures!” I spat. “Is that what your folklore told you?” Luca asked, his eyebrows arched. “Is that what you read in your ancient books?” He added, laughing quietly.