Werewolf Brothers Novels & Stories

“ Of course we wouldn’t turn him down. He’s my brother after all. Yeah, no matter what she does, my husband accepts him and so do I. I don’t have a choice.” “Apparently he had gotten in with some very bad people. They wanted his life. He ran away from them in China, but they found him back in the city. It was brutal. That took him this afternoon. That took my husband as well.” “ Who took your husband and brother?” “A pack of wild werewolves. Ruby you have to help somehow.” “I’m sorry, but I can’t get involved with your brother we’re talking about.” “ Ruby, they’ll kill them. This is a serious situation.”

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.

The tide of the battle shifted yet again, as Armand's forces surged forward with renewed vigor. The battle reached its climax with the confrontation between the two brothers. Bob, his fur matted with blood and his eyes burning with desperation, lunged at Armand with a feral growl. The clash of their powers sent shockwaves through the ground, cracking the earth beneath their feet. It was a battle of wills as much as strength, a clash of two distinct paths for the werewolf kind.

He told me about the two brothers that came from the human world, those two bastards entered into Rogue territory and promised the Rogue’s, sanctuary and wealth in exchange for their help to get revenge on Blood moon pack… The Rogue told me that the brothers were werewolves, and they both had Alpha blood. Those two bastards killed my wife and they also wanted my company. I didn’t spare the Rouge’s life, i ripped his heart out of his chest. And since that day, I’ve been looking for the two brothers.

Alpha King's POV Jack had found the place where the suspicious werewolves were hiding, so we must go there once. That place was called Haunted Ground, one of our important enemies resided here, they called themselves Sun Soldiers. They had caused a lot of conflicts among the werewolf packs. I suspected that many people in power in the werewolf packs were related to this organization, or were even the leader of this organization. If I couldn't get rid of all the elements of this organization in my administration, I wouldn't be able to sleep well.

“Say it.” “Say what?” he asked, still trying to come to terms with her accusations. Anger still edged her voice. “You came here with more bad news didn’t you?” Lochlan straightened. “There is one pack.” “Werewolf or vampire?” “Werewolf. As I told you already, werewolves don’t run informal packs. Vampires create massive colonies they call hives where they live together, but werewolves are more nomads.” Lochlan stepped closer to the desk. “The biggest pack of werewolves belongs to Sven.”

"What?" She smiled. "Werewolves are not like Lycans for a myriad of reasons. Chief among them is in their creation. Werewolves used to be vampires." She pointed at Lucian. "Specifically, one of three of the vampire brothers born to Dracula." Lucian set his jaw. "You research too much." "Nonsense," she said. "I don't understand," Grace said.

The European Council of Werewolves agreed to give us this big piece of land in the south of Spain in exchange for my brothers’ expertise in the extermination of vampires and his promise to host the European Wolf Games until he finds his Mate. My brother did as they demanded from him and within the first two months we lived here he and our warriors expertly ridded the whole south of Spain of vampires. His hate against the species went deep, actually his hate for all other species except werewolves went deep. He believed due to power-hungry vampires and spiteful witches the world was out of balance, when actually everyone was to blame.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s