Werewolf Diaries Novels & Stories

He kicked his hands on the table while making a furious face. "Damon was faster than Tyler!" I muttered. "Who are these Damon and Tyler?" He rolled his eyes. "I am talking about the web series—the vampire diaries!" I laughed, and he looked at me before rolling his eyes. "Excuse me—real life is different from web series." He shrugged his shoulders. "Ok, boss, I respect your opinion!" I smiled while making him calm. "Tell me something more about the werewolves." I licked his hand, which made me almost melt into his actions.

If I only had 10 days then I needed to learn everything I could as quickly as I could. "My time is going to be limited because of my birthday. Let's not waste any time. Let's start now." I said standing up quickly. I looked down at Jerica and Trevor who laughed awkwardly. "Like right this second?" Jerica asked. I nodded. "Told you." Trevor told her and they stood up. "Trevor thought you would want to start right away, I thought you would be mad again and hide from us." I thought for a second. "Well if this is who I am, I can't hide from me. I need to prepare myself." I felt confident in that choice. "To the library we go!" Jerica said leading the way back inside. I followed her and Trevor be

So the receptionist came to the door. “Yes, sir.” She said. “Get me a coffee.” Leo barked at her. And I sat there staring at him. “What?” He snapped at me. “She’s not your personal slave asshole.” I said. And he looked away from me and didn’t say anything else. When I was sure that everyone was preoccupied with what they were doing, I hacked into the dark web and I made sure that they didn’t know what I was doing. I started searching articles on werewolf attacks around the time that I was born and when I was a baby.

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

I’m holding myself ramrod stiff. I hear her deep sigh as she moves away. I exhale in relief, but I’m also disappointed. As a Werewolf, I have slept with a fair number of females from my pack. When they’re in heat, it’s almost impossible to refuse them, and the truth is, I have never wanted to refuse any of them.

No mere alpha werewolf possess not ox blood eyes. This does classify my mate a powerful werewolf?. A rare and powerful werewolf. I smile wierdly then sigh. What Alpha specie is he then?. Am left to respond my question. His glowing eyes instantly brightens. They glow brighter than normal. Mine also unintentionally glows. It's brightly glows omega. I stagger backwards. That's wierd and unintentional. I quickly shut my eyes. I need not risk my wolf specie amidst such huge congregation.

There’s no way I can heat it, and if it’s this cold in August already, what’s it gonna be like by December? With a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, I go to my favourite room, the library, and start to go through the next shelf of books. In the back, hidden by a gnarly grimoire written in Spanish, I find a handwritten diary. On the cover, the witch wrote the title: * Witches and Werewolves. * Interesting.

He went to Dara and hugged her tight, “You know I’d never be like that with you.” “You actually scared me.” “I know and that was so funny.” Wade smirked. “No that wasn’t!” Dara slightly hit him. On their way back home, Dara suddenly remembered about the diary his Grandfather mentioned. “Wade my Granddad before his death mentioned some kind of diary he really wanted me to read.” “What was that about?” Wade inspected. “I don’t know. I haven’t read it yet. Granddad told me that it belonged to my great grandfather in which he had told his story. What if we read that diary, we’ll get to know why I’m a werewolf. What if there are answers in that book.”

A scary tale about a werewolf who ripped open her chest with his claws and reached for her heart. Just one look and Travis turned and walked away.

Maybe I was imagining it, but the library suddenly felt at least ten degrees warmer. I focused my attention back on the books in front of me, now that Cole had added a few. I could feel his gaze still on me, but I tried to ignore it as best as possible. Then I turned a page and the book really did grab my entire attention. On the pages I found a record of all the packs of the werewolves, not just the Grandmoon Pack. I turned the page, hoping to find some record of the Western Pack. Sure enough, there was indeed a record of the western pack, but it was just a few sentences.