Werewolf Fantasy Series Novels & Stories

I welcome the numbing smoke, which blurs the last remnants of worries, of consciousness and lets me focus on my duty. Martha is the first to utter a terribly mad scream, which rises and falls in tone. I follow and let the galdr push my astral body up over the treetops where Siri and the others are waiting for me. This time we fly a short distance north. I immediately recognize the place. Siri leads us to an iron shed, which stands at some distance from the main house. It is the small werewolf we had encountered the night before at Pugh’s. It is foaming with aggression and throwing himself around the cage to escape. When Siri penetrates its mind, it becomes completely passive and stares into

For the past couple of minutes, Vieira had been trailing the healer to know where exactly she was headed. It had been a terrible walk already. Though cars and other vehicles were rampant, their kind would want to exercise the energy that coursed through them. Having to live in a secluded community far away from human imagination, the werewolves too have learnt to live without relying on any aud that was invented by mankind to use normal humans 2jo in the sight of the stronger werewolves were mere weak people always looking for an excuse to cover their shame. But for them, it was normal to do certain things. In fact, in one of the trainings that a certain division of guards among them go thro

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

In an instant, he was knocked to the ground, his back hitting the grass with a heavy thud. The creature loomed above him, its sharp claws glinting in the sunlight, ready to pierce his flesh. But Ragnar reacted faster than I could even blink. He drove his fingers straight into the werewolf’s blazing, furious eyes. The beast let out a roar. I gasped, stumbling back, my hands flying up to cover my ears as the sound ripped through the air. But… those eyes, if I’m not mistaken... There was something disturbingly familiar in that piercing gaze and before I could even make sense of it—

I pressed, though it was clear he didn’t want to talk about it. “They live to kill werewolves,” he said after a pause. “It’s in their blood. From the moment they leave their mother’s womb, their first instinct is to destroy us in the worst ways possible. Years ago, the werewolf council waged a long war against them. We lost many wolves, but in the end, we managed to eliminate most of their kind. We haven’t had any major attacks in years, but that doesn’t mean they’re gone. Running into one now would be rare…. Maybe not so rare,” I felt completely awful after hearing that story. I couldn’t even imagine the kind of pain and loss that history carried. Wolves were already hunted and feared by hu

A small beam of the roof fell straight down and hit her on the head, and she fainted. While regaining her consciousness, Carra remembered an explosion while investigating a gruesome crime scene. And then, something like a wall of fur, barged into her, knocking the wind out of her. Something resembling a large dog? No, it was a giant wolf? Those eyes, animalistic but shining with intelligence. She had read reports about their sightings. Werewolves, they were called, half humans, half wolves. She had thought they were myths!

I shrug it off, concentrating on the book in front of me. “The Werewolf Caste System consists of the Alpha, Beta, Delta/Gamma, Healers and Guardians, Warriors (Sentinel, Hunters, Scouts), and Omegas. Everyone in the pack has a role to portray and a responsibility to uphold. The Caste System was designed to ensure the survival of the pack and assume peace and order within.” Survival of the pack…? Does this mean werewolves also tend to invade territories just like how humans colonize other countries? If that happens, then the invaded pack may cease to exist and their territory will be overrun by the invaders.

My pack hadn't hurt anyone but the Hunters hadn't seemed to care. That all happened years ago now. I'm now eighteen and have finally come into my werewolf blood. My mother and I live in a large tall building with a mix of many other supernatural beings, some of them are werewolves but most of them are hired guards that belong to their own packs.

Some of them even become monsters and start hunting humans, which is forbidden since hunting humans does nothing but wake hunters. I blocked her immediately, not wanting to waste more time while talking to the good-for-nothing wolf I have. Once I was back in the real world, I noticed that no one was still there but me and Damien. I didn’t expect that I was Matter of fact, it already was morning, and only God knows what was happening to my daughters; “ We need to gather all the werewolves, it’s officially the war. He dared to come over her, and steal one of my daughters, what’s next shall we expect?”