Werewolf Brothers Novels & Stories

" There is a meeting this evening to sort things out" " If they don't agree to anything, we are fucked" I pointed my fork at my brother." They are the richest, strongest and most ancient pack ever. We will lose if we get into a war with them" " Let's hope it doesn't come to that, Zara" He shakes his head." Enough of that, what are you doing for your birthday tomorrow" " Anything apart from finding a mate" My brother found his mate on his 21st birthday just like most werewolves. He and beth had dated for two years, before going through the ceremony to see if they were mates.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

I was surprised to see the three male werewolves. They were Killian, Kyra's elder brother, Peter and Pierce, Penelope's younger brother. I moved towards them, immediately taking note of the marks on their faces. They were already connected to Dhruv, indirectly, having proved their loyalty by receiving those scars on their faces. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked, staring them in their face, and I could feel Sophia's uneasiness as she stood behind me with Lucan.

Unbeknownst to them, a rival gang of werewolves lurked in the shadows, their intent veiled in darkness. As the two friends trekked through the dense foliage, a sudden surge of movement caught their attention. Instinctively, they drew their weapons, prepared for the unexpected. A chilling howl pierced the air, followed by a flurry of snarls and growls. The enemy gang, driven by a thirst for power and dominance, launched their attack with feral ferocity. Leori and Robin, well-versed in the ways of combat, met their assailants head-on, their bodies moving with agility and precision. Swords clashed, teeth bared, and the woods echoed with the thunderous clash of rival werewolf packs engaged in a

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

“Jelena, I am not human. I am a Lycan. The Institute is set up to fight a supernatural war.” Quirking a disbelieving brow, Jelena caresses her hands down my chest and carefully asks. “Are you serious? So you’re like a wolf or something?” I nod my head. “Yes. I am a loup-garou, a werewolf. I am the alpha of our pack.” She looks at me incredulously. “Show me. Show me what you are.” Ready to prove it, I release her from my lips, stand on the edge of her bed, take a deep breath, and close my eyes. My claws instantly retract, my fangs elongate, and my eyes glow. Jelena lets out a startled gasp as she gazes at my wolf form. Once I’ve begun my semi-transformation, I open my eyes and show her my cla

The two brothers, their black and white coats contrasting one another like night and day. I had seen this many times before in my own tribe. Even siblings fought. We werewolves are passionate beings. The men especially. Witnessing a few brawls between brothers before, I could feel the tension in the air. Adam drew nearer and Dean, now fully transformed, pounced forward. The two powerful wolves bared sharp pangs at each other — a signal for battle.

He gestured towards his brothers who stand up to flank him, their expressions still. Orfilia's eyes widened in surprise. "The—the Fuller brothers?" she screeched, her voice shaking with disbelief. She remembered hearing about the Fuller brothers, triplets who were notorious for being powerful werewolves with a strong pack. They were rumored to be ruthless and merciless, feared by humans and supernatural beings alike. The memory brought a sense of dread to Orfilia, realizing the dangerous situation she had found herself in. "You mean, the werewolf triplets?" Now that she realized this, she noticed the striking resemblance between all three of them.

I helped him and started cleaning the blood off his face. "Start from the beginning. Tell me everything." "I got mixed up with some bad people about six months ago. Started running product for them to make money. I thought it was just drugs but it was more than that. They were into things I didn't understand." "What kind of things?" "Supernatural things. Creatures and magic and shit that isn't supposed to be real." He grabbed my hand. "The Volkov brothers, the ones who run the Steel Vultures, they're not human. They're werewolves and they're dangerous."