Werewolf Diaries Novels & Stories

I wondered, sifting through the dust. “Master, take a look at this,” Kitty called out, gesturing toward a tattered leather book lying in the dirt. I approached it, bending down to pick it up. I blew off a thick layer of dust, revealing the word faint on the cover: Diary I turned to the first page. The faded handwriting read: Today I gave birth to my babies, but one is human and the other is a werewolf... Elora said she would kill them. What should I do?

“The council told me that if I could find information about the Grey Wolf, they would give me a lifetime medal and call me the Father of Werewolves, the one who knows everything about them.” He sighed. “I guess the council was joking, because they knew I’d never solve it. But I took it seriously. That was years ago. Then I grew old, and now I’ll die with that one wish unfulfilled.” He placed a trembling hand on his chest. I felt bad for him. “So does that mean there’s no information?” I asked, returning to the topic. “Those torn pages, maybe they’ll help you. I have an entire library in the basement, filled with diaries from my years of research. When I tore the pages out myself, I stored th

She filed away the thoughts. "So how were your classes today?" She changed the topic. "Boring," came the immediate reply in unison. ~*~*~ [Xavier] The library in their mansion was a cavern of ancient books and manuscripts. It contained the earliest recorded manuscript of the werewolves as well. He was sure that he would find something of importance here, it had to be. While the library on the campus was oriented towards catering to the research works of the students, most of the ancient books, the ones which are no longer published were shifted to the mansion library.

Furthermore, I loved it. It was the day before my 18th birthday. I was excited as well as nervous. For a werewolf, his or her 18th year is critical. After turning 18 our wolf is ready for its mate, and it starts searching. I would be able to find my soul mate from tomorrow onwards. She could be anyone. Someone from the pack, or school. I wished it was Nancy, my current girlfriend. She was the hottest girl in the school, and we clicked. If not Nancy, whoever would be my mate, I would love her. Whenever I found her. "Hi, Savannah," I called out to one of my oldest and close friends as I was walking to my class. She was one of the few wolves in high school and two years junior.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

I'm not leaving until I discover what happened that night. I mean, it was weird that others were rejected on the lake. She was an elemental wolf, a descendant of the same line the queen herself came from. About five years ago, I found a hidden diary written by my mother. Fun fact, a spell was cast on those diaries, which makes only one person able to see and open that diary.

I just smiled at them. After dinner, I put the twins on their beds. When I knew the twins were already asleep, I went back to my room. I sit on the balcony to look at Rosh's training. I was searching online about werewolves. I need to know about their kind. I need to prepare myself for my future with Rosh. I was into reading online and I didn't notice the Rosh was already at my back. "Werewolf and Human Love story." Rosh read on my search engine.

Some years back… “Dear Diary… “Why is this happening to me? I’m way past eighteen and I haven’t gotten my wolf yet, all my friends have gotten their wolves and are beginning to find their mates and then, there’s me, the freak in the pack who has psychic abilities and acts nothing like a werewolf. “I have these visions and premonitions, I can’t control them, I wish I could. I act all high and mighty like it doesn’t bother me but I really wish I could sit one on one with the moon goddess, the one who gives werewolves their powers, and beg her to take pity on me and give me my powers.

The other werewolves, who were about to rush forward, were shocked and wondered if their leader had managed to control himself. Shani gasped for breath, following Wolfgang's gaze to see that his diary had fallen out of her bag. Wolfgang stared intently at the journal, his pupils quickly shrinking. A moment later, he lowered his raised claws a moment later, picking up the diary.