Werewolf City Novels & Stories

I replied, struggling with my words formation. This was wrong! This wasn't the right time. The stern frown fixed on his face indicated that he was really annoyed and now was definitely not the time to say anything about my feelings for him. His face tightened with a scowl. If looks could kill, I would have been six foot under already. "It's not safe for you to walk about in this city. Especially because you're a werewolf and almost every one on the road can perceive you." From the tone of his voice and the demeaning manner at which he spoke, I began to doubt what Madam Turi had said.

After fastening his own belt, he starts the engine, and soon we are on our way to work. The silence was suffocating. We left the pack lands behind, nearing the central city. The central city is the heart of our werewolf world and home to the lycans who ruled our kind as the guardians and also law enforcers. The central city isn’t just our capital; it is the center of commerce, business, and life itself. Surrounding packs depend on it for jobs, services, and every kind of opportunity. I open my mouth to speak, but he beats me to it.

News stations cut from their programming. Police scanners screamed with code reds. Wolf sightings. Not just rumors now. Not shadows. Bodies. Claws. Blood in the gutters. The city wasn’t wondering anymore — it was panicking. And at the heart of it all, Evelyn stood in a ruined lab, holding the hand of the first true werewolf child. Everything had changed,the sirens never stopped. From the rooftop of the safehouse, Evelyn watched the city convulse — a swarm of red and blue lights beneath a bruised sky. Helicopters beat the air overhead. Civilians ran. Police barricades choked the roads.

Marcus continued, warming to the topic despite his obvious reluctance to share the information. "Shadow City itself is designed to be hostile to outsiders, especially werewolves. Everyone there has a grudge about werewolves and I'm willing to bet my life, every single person has a son story leading back to one werewolf or the other. Not just that, wolves that normally use their sense of direction and smell to help them navigate become stumped when they get there. The buildings shift and change, the streets rearrange themselves, and there are traps and barriers everywhere that are used to target outsiders." My mother leaned forward with interest written all over her face as she asked. "But yo

But the rogues found us first, chasing us off course like they knew exactly where I was going. So now we’re here. Rogue City. I’d only ever heard about it in whispers. The kind of place pack wolves warned each other about, like it was a cautionary tale. No rules. It’s just a tangle of streets and crumbling buildings and too many people who don't give a shit about anything but survival. Not even war would touch this place. Werewolves, Lycans, Rogues—here, everyone is the same. Which, honestly, makes it kind of perfect.

I mean, they appeared dangerous. Great lake city is said to be the most peaceful werewolf city in the country but even with the good name the city still had Rogues sneaking in once in a while, especially during late hours. They roam around the city giving it a bad rep, well, until they are caught and thrown out of the city for good by the werewolf vigilance committee. " I like you and I want you." He finally muttered with a leer and my fears increased, but I tried not to show it.

"Well, technically, this is an interview. I would be scrutinized and analyzed under a microscope. If I'm going to come out lacking on anything, it won't be my dress sense at least," "Love the energy!" Maya said. "Let's be on our way," She ordered the chauffeur. Olivia sometimes wondered what the human government would make of a living, breathing, thriving werewolf city inside the country. It wasn't just any city though. It was exceptionally developed, if the highways, mountains, clean roads, stately homes, and aesthetics were of any indication. The pack house was in the heart of the city. Mostly the elders and guardians of the tribe occupied it. Twice a month,

The drive to the city is quiet so far. It’s an hour drive from our pack territory to the main city. Werewolves don’t really like being in the city, we like the freedom the woods offer us. I never minded the city though. The tall buildings, the hustle and bustle, the nice shops and restaurants, museums, and so many other activities. The city is a playground of it’s own and I also enjoy visiting it. I don’t think I’d ever want to live in the city as my wolf yearns for the forest and the fresh mountain air.

It's a hot and humid evening in the city, on the roof of the tallest building there is a pack of werewolves standing in a circle, and 2 werewolves engaged in a furious battle. They tear at each other with their razor-sharp canines. One of the werewolves is exhausted and breathing heavily. The one werewolf swipes his claws at the exhausted werewolf across his face producing sending his eyeball flying. He steps back holding his face as blood squirts out of the hole where his eye used to be. The other werewolf gives one more swipe, his claws slice the other werewolf's throat. It falls down onto his knees. The other werewolf walks up to it and stands over it growling menacingly. The standing wer

Silver Moon Pack. The wind tonight was as usual, and the air was chilly on the high peaks. The moon was pale, and the howls of those damned werewolves echoed throughout the village. Raven, under the pale moonlight, listened to the howls like thousands of needles piercing his ears. It was an insult to him. Raven Blackwood, one of the werewolves of the Silver Moon Pack. However, he had never been considered part of the race, only considered trash because he couldn't display his powers as a werewolf.