Werewolf Fiction Novels & Stories

"What do you know about werewolves Janette?" The topic elicits a pang of hunger in me and I blink. What do I know about werewolves? Only the smuttiest, most mind-blowing things ever. "I've read some books on them." "Fiction or nonfiction?" I blink again and take some time to consider. Is there really a nonfiction side to werewolves? Aren't they just a creation of the mind? "All the books I've read on them are novels, mostly in the fiction section. I don't think there's anything nonfictional about werewolves."

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

"Stop acting like we're best friends." Liana looked at the gun held limply by his hand. It was facing down and the safety was on. She charged at him and they both fell, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She winced and tried to get up but he grabbed her hand. She tried to bite his while pulled her down with so much strength that she fell on top of him. She heard a deep animalistic growl and saw his body twisting and fur growing on it. She gasped before he hit her head with a pistol and she felt dizzy. Her world suddenly turned black.

Chris patiently answers my questions, “Yes, they exist. They aren’t exactly our enemies though. We just do our business and they’ll do theirs. We’re really particular about our territories.” “How… interesting,” I remark, “what exactly is this business you are talking about?” “We capture rogue wolves who do not have a pack and those who intend on causing trouble or harming the pack. Of course, other businesses include our livelihood. On the other hand, vampires are just bloodsuckers who drink people’s blood and just compel them to forget it ever happened to them. They’ll probably heal them in the process, too.” Chris then leans his back on the chair. “So all of you are already used to this st

Kenji mumbled to himself. But then, Maddie was sweating so hard. It seemed like she was having a hard time breathing. Inside her dream: “Mom and Dad?” “Denise! Run!” Her mom screamed and then her head was crushed by that werewolf. ‘Huh? Why am I seeing this scene again? I want to save them!’ Maddie thought. She then ran away but the werewolf jumped in front of her and stopped her from running. Her eyes widened and then she was killed by the werewolf instantly.

that I snapped back to reality. I paused my movements and looked up at him. His eyes were filled with innocence and confusion, which warmed my heart. "Oh, are you wanting to ask me something about dogs?" I ventured gently. Neil nodded slightly. "Yeah..." I knew this moment would eventually come. Taking a deep breath, I summoned my courage. "Neil, have you ever heard of werewolves?" He furrowed his brow. "I don't know." "Werewolves are creatures that can shift between human and wolf forms. In this world, there are many beings that exist beyond what science can explain," I explained patiently.

Still, he managed to overpower every true blood vampire he ever met. How not, when he was the creation of the vampire king himself? When Tristan was young, he used to live in a tribe that was located near a cursed werewolves' pack. Matter of fact, the cursed wolves are one of the most dangerous packs that lived since they're known for losing control whenever they shift. You can expect the worst when it's a red moon. Those wolves change from humans to killing machines that cannot control themselves. Well, in one of the biggest massacres that were witnessed by the world, his entire tribe was killed, and he witnessed the death of his relative by wolves.

So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my interest such as Little Women, A Tale Of Two Cities, Wuthering Heights and others. All of these books were about humans and I admired the wide selection of books that this room had. I tried to find one that was all about werewolves like the library back at my pack had, but I found only one that was labelled 'In The Beginning' and it was written by none other than the eldest werewolf alive who was Gareth Coleman. In the synopsis, it stated his life as an old werewolf dated back to the time when werewolves were discovered and ended when werewolves were thought to be just myths.

I didn’t know how long I had passed out because of the exhaustion I had after the multiple orgasms Demon Anwir forced my body to have. Still, at this moment I was grateful that Moon Goddess still blessed me. From what I read in the library – yeah I was also a nerd who loved werewolf stories – about the werewolves before the COVID-19 pandemic, before Demon Ahriman broke loose from hell and brought the demons to slaughter humankind, and before Demon Akherom spread the werewolf virus, werewolves in the stories and folklores were separated from their humans' bodies. It was like they had two different personalities and they couldn’t shift whenever they wanted. If those kinds of werewolves were tr

The creature was unlike anything Cruella had ever seen all the days of her life around the pack. It wasn’t a typical werewolf, but something twisted, something darker and Stronger. Its fur was a sickly shade of gray, matted and filthy, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural yellow light. The creature’s fangs gleamed in the moonlight, longer and sharper than any wolf’s she had ever seen, and its claws were stained with the blood of something long dead. Liam’s eyes narrowed, the familiar fire of the Alpha flashing in them. “You’re not welcome here, Raze.”