Werewolf Daddy Novels & Stories

“Well… Not necessarily. The full moon is merely a trigger and also a power-up. Otherwise, you guys can change anytime once you’ve turned. And from what I can see, you’ve just went through your first transformation.” “I guess… I didn’t know I was a werewolf until now…” “Your parents were hiding it from you. They’re werewolves too.” “Hey, how do you know? It’s not like they changed in front of you or anything, did they?” “There are other ways of knowing, trust me.” “So, about this mind speak thingy…”

"We allowed you to play at the packhouse with the other kids, but after a few days, you would get a fever. We thought it was normal since most werewolf kids get sick easily since they don't have their wolf spirits yet. Still, they easily heal after a day of rest. It took you longer than that." "We asked Zinnia to help. She theorized it was because of your sudden exposure to the large amounts of werewolf mana and the gravity of knowing your origins. We asked her for help and she cured you each time it would happen. We've been investigating it ever since you were seven years old..." Mom drags on. "We've been asking ourselves how it could happen to you of most were-pups," Dad adds, now looking

Different, yes, my brothers and their mothers often referred to my mother and me as different. My father appeared to be a responsible, tolerant Alpha of the Blue River Pack, but in reality, he was very greedy and selfish. He had both the mate given by the Moon Goddess, Mrs. Willow, and my human mother as his wives, making his two wives the gossip topic among the werewolves.

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.

The woman had refused in going with him and father was furious enough to go fetch her himself. "It looks like he is coming this way," Richard whispered with a smile on his face. His gay ass loved any guy worth looking at. By the looks of it, this man was worth looking at. He was a wolf. Barely in his twenties. I was far out of his league but I was out of most people's leagues.

The alpha king glared at him. " You dare stand before me and speak of my death. Do you know what this place is? This was where I killed the old lady. Sophia witnessed it and ran. This place was where you had your first meeting to dethrone me. " He paused and smiled. " And this is where I will start clipping your wings. I let you fly too high. " " What?" Ruckus smiled. " Try and see." " Do you know how strong a werewolf can become after killing?" The alpha king released his claws and started walking to the oak tree.

Alpha sat back in his chair, "Anna, I need you to get your brother in here. We have a lot to talk about." In just a few minutes, Adrian and Anna were in Alpha Arnou's office. He turned his computer monitor around to face them. It had a wedding picture on it. Adrian sat down, "Why do you have a picture of my parents' wedding?" Alpha Arnou replied, "Because I was there. Adrian, your father was a werewolf. There is a very good chance that the two of you are also werewolves too." Anna was excited, Adrian was more measured. He answered, "I always wondered. Sometimes he would go out and come back with grass in his hair." Adrian laughed, "My dad was really awesome. My mom refuses to date because sh

That is common knowledge for god’s sake. “I mean, they’re the nearest werewolf pack in our tribe.” I nodded and take a sip of my coffee, he’s right about that, and the chance of these werewolves being the suspect of our mother’s murder is highly possible. “Domlur has a dungeon that is rumored to detain humans,” I added. Domlur according to my father is not a dangerous place, it was once great trading and marketplace. When the werewolves occupied the land, humans were either killed or chose to surrender and be their slaves.

He nodded. "Werewolves are real," I said. Silence. Dad blinked. "What?" "Werewolves. They exist. They're real. And Kyle is one of them." Dad's face went through several expressions. Confusion. Disbelief. Then something that might have been amusement. "Is this a joke?" "It's not a joke," Kyle said. His voice was steady despite the fear in his eyes. "I'm a werewolf. My father, Marcus, is the Alpha of a pack. I'm the future Alpha."

’ However, to his surprise, the little one turned back before he got on the luxury black car and left a meaningful glance even though it just stayed for a second. “Get in.” Said the man. The door closed quickly and the car was soon nowhere to be seen, leaving the two standing silly in the rain. "Damn this man! Who the hell does he think he is. How could he be so cold even to his own son? Is that boy truly his son? I would rather die if I had such a dad like him."