Werewolf Diaries Novels & Stories

I wanted to make my diary seem like my best friend, I had never owned one before but I was sure as hell not going to make it boring. Dear Diary Dear Wolfie A lot has happened since I accepted you and accepted myself for who I am. I never thought there would come a time when I would juggle having a werewolf boyfriend, acting in a musical school play, chatting to dead witches in my dreams, and fist fighting my grandmother over my moon dust pendant, but here I am. I just hope you get to read this in the future and laugh about the whole thing like I do sometimes because this shouldn’t even be real. It should be reserved for over-exaggerated novels and two star movies. But then again, here I am.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

Nadia I worked all through that evening and long into the night. It was more than a little concerning how far my classes had advanced in my absence. Vincent’s tutoring, after all, had been focused on catching me up with the werewolf world at large, not on making sure I kept up with the reading for my Intro to Lycanthropic Literature gen ed. I had piles of work to do, more schoolwork than I’d ever been faced with.

A large table sat in the center, covered in maps, papers, graphs, and diagrams scattered like someone had been frantically working. The air smelled of old paper and something sharp, almost like blood. We crowded around the table, my eyes drawn to the strange drawings. The diagrams showed creatures,bhuman-like but wrong, with long fangs, or claws too sharp for any wolf. My breath caught as I read the handwritten notes: Hybridization Process: Wolf Blood Integration. Words like “vampire” and “Dracula strain” were scrawled everywhere, alongside charts about mixing wolf blood to create a hybrid, half wolf, half something monstrous.

When he returned, he held a sheaf of weathered, handwritten sheet music, his face pale. “It was tied to a tree by the water,” he said, his voice hollow. “Placed right where I always sit. It’s… it’s a composition called ‘Lullaby for the Lost.’ Parts of it are beautiful. But the harmony… if you play it as written, the intervals are designed to resonate with a werewolf’s inner ear. It would cause disorientation, violent migraines, loss of control.” He swallowed. “For me, with my sensitivity, it might have shattered my mind.”

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

"H-how am I supposed to do that. He has made up his mind on keeping Ava here." "We know." Margaretta spoke up. "But we hope you can talk him out of it." I chuckled. "Me? Do you guys know that I've known Dylan for less than a month." Margaretta smiled. "Trust me sweetheart, a month is long enough for anything." Thinking about it, she was right. In just one month, I had found out that i was a werewolf, Gladys and Steve had died, I had met Ava and Dylan and now my life had taken a whole different turn. So, indeed a month is long enough for anything to happen.

Politics to suck others' blood for their satisfaction, their greed. I came to know it later but at least I and satisfied I got to know about my parent's illegal way to achieve whatever they want. "Also, once Dad had told that werewolves have something important to vampires, what was that????...mnnnnn...yes, a something like potion or drink... Yea., a potion. I am damn sure they are after the potion. Only if I know what is their next move, I would go for their end." A girl who only had a baby face turned into a tough she-wolf.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

'Denali' These were all her paintings. Some were paintings of Darius and Malcom and some were of sceneries and more. I wandered through the castle he calls a house and eventually stumbled upon the library. I open the large carved wooden doors and stared at the walls of books. I marveled at every one of them as I walked through and scanned each title. Werewolves: What to know about them Witches: What to know about them Vampires: What to know about them I picked up the werewolf one and skimmed through the pages reading already known information. It was amazing how many details a human could get wrong about werewolves.