Werewolf City Novels & Stories

"I mean it, Elena." The passionate look in his eyes made me hesitate. He wasn't wrong though, when I had looked up the Red Sun Hill city, they had one of the largest armies on this side of the world and we're one of the biggest werewolf cities amongst others. If I might say, they were even bigger than both Zayn's and Ethan's combined. Maybe I was focusing too much on the violent things I'd seen and experienced in my stay with my so-called mates and not what was right in front of me.

His Hunter Luna: Prologue Lunaria Realm is home to werewolves, vampires, and archmages. One imperial monarchy, three kingdoms, each with large cities. Cities where you may discover towns with their unique tales. Primrose City is the home of archmages in the Kingdom of Everdeen. Crimrose metropolis is a vampire metropolis located within the Crimson Kingdom. Finally, there’s Crestwood City, the werewolf city in the Kingdom of Crescent. Crestwood City, the Kingdom of Crescent, is home to five major towns, three of which are Euphria, Lavereena, and Riverwoods Town.

What was going on? This city wasn’t what it used to be, thought Arthur. Arthur strode to his office and looked out the window. The mansion overlooked a hill that had a great view of the cityscape. Millions of lights flickered outside the window, representing each individual who inhabited this urban metropolis. Lives that depended on the peace of the packs. Right now, there was a lot of unrest among the werewolves territories. Rogues were crossing over the packs’ borderlines, and wolves taking matters into their own hands were wreaking havoc on civilian lives.

the interviewer asked. “I have nothing much to say to the people of the world because there's really nothing they can do. Only the governments of the world can do something about this, and only their people can make them act. One thing I'll say is that there are only three cities where all the werewolves are currently located. These cities are Willow Crest, Mystic Meadow, and Westerville. They'll soon spread to the rest of the world if not tamed, and all hell will break loose when that happens,” the man said.

he said, which was amusing coming from a pale, undead guy without a reflection. "Let’s get straight to business," I said, opening the window. He was hit by the barrier, a reminder that even vampires aren’t exempt from its protection. "What can I expect from a werewolf like you? These barriers are so well made; if I were a lowly vampire, I’d be dropping dead right now," he commented, clearly impressed. We decided to leave the apartment and walk to the park. Claybourne City, the city that never sleeps, is also rife with crime and predators lurking in the shadows.

I went to my music player and put on my favorite music by Maria Carey, which was titled Hero. Heaving a deep breath, I thought of my life as the song played in my ears. My life was no bed of roses. After the death of my mother, dad became devastated and went into drinking, thereby losing himself and everything he had worked for. I went to stay with my aunt in San Francisco, but never felt at home due to the way humans were being treated there. The city of San Francisco is popularly known as the city of the werewolves because the werewolves occupy 96 percent of the town. The werewolves govern the city, and cities that are being ruled by the werewolves are known as the most prosperous and weal

Nyra slid into the back. “Hi, baby,” he said, leaning in to brush his lips against mine. It was soft, warm, and familiar. Nyra cleared her throat loudly. “Hello, Tyler.” He chuckled. “Hi, Nyra. You ladies ready to enjoy yourselves tonight?” “Yes,” I said, excitement bubbling in my chest. “That’s good,” he said, starting the car. The city lights swallowed us as we drove. Werewolf City never slept. Even the streets had a pulse... neon signs flickering, wolves walking openly among humans, scents mixing in the air. There was power, danger, and life.

And with minimal visibility, they were easy prey for the werewolves who thrived mostly at night and were adapted to rule the night. Festus Claudius made away with a handful of his zealots, but some fought bravely but died doing so. Hundreds were laid waste that night and from a distance the screams of terror could be heard, and the fumes of the blazing city could be seen rising in the air. By the early hours of the day, the city that was once home to just over a few thousands, was nothing but a waste land, ravaged by the carnage of the nomadic werewolves.

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.

“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.”