Werewolf Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.

They are drawn to it even when their wolf has not awakened yet. I closed my laptop and leaned back in my chair then sighed. “All speculations. This might just be someone who was bored and had nothing better to do and decided they wanted to make up stories. Werewolves don’t exist they only exist in story books, fairy tales. Yeah. Fairy tales.”

The screen cut to black. The story unfolds in a hidden werewolf world. The Silver Claw Tribe resides in a dense forest, the Shadow Moon Pack in misty mountains, and the neutral Veiled Summit hosts the werewolf council. Nearby human towns contrast the supernatural realms, blending secrecy, danger, and ancient magic.Wow Factors: 1. Lyra's curse is not just a punishment but the key to an ancient prophecy that could either destroy or save the werewolf clans. 2. A complex love triangle with deep emotional stakes and moral dilemmas.

The clouds hung heavy in a dark and sombre grey, a storm brewing as though the heavens were expressing discontent with the transpiring events. Shops stood shuttered, streets eerily deserted, and lights flickered intermittently. In one town, electricity stubbornly persisted, a meagre beacon for the werewolves encroaching upon human land. Desperately clinging to the dwindling hope of victory in this war, the werewolves initiated a quest for the elusive Tree of Life. Although deemed a myth, whispered around campfires and narrated to children as fairytales, every story held a kernel of truth.

I retrieved it and found a secluded spot to continue reading. The book described the white wolves as the first werewolves created by the moon goddess. They had extraordinary abilities to heal, control the earth, and communicate directly with the moon goddess. However, their powers made them targets of jealousy and greed. Our ancestors, driven by their desire for power, had waged war against the white wolves, ultimately leading to their near extinction.

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.

No she-wolf I know had the guts to fight off six wolves at once. 'Should we step in?' my wolf asked. Watching her fight, I shook my head in refusal. 'No, I'm curious to see her fight,' I could tell she is a rogue. But how did she end up in Thomas' territory? I was deep in thought when I heard a loud thud. I looked up and saw my mate standing over one of the wolves, so much blood gushing out of its throat in the brink of death. Her teeth bared, challenging the other wolves who glanced at the two wolves lying in a pool of their own blood. Seconds passed and the smell of death filled the air, their eyes fixed on the two lifeless bodies of their own.

His head swivelled towards me, a smirk spreading across his face. "You have no idea what kind of people these rogues are, do you?" I shook my head slowly, confusion etched on my face. "Have your parents ever told you the story about the big war? It was a long time ago, when werewolves fought against creatures that looked like wolves but weren't really wolves. They were fake wolves, made to trick people.” “They are evil creatures in disguise,” he added. I couldn't believe my ears. “What?! You mean that actually happened? I thought it was just a spooky story to scare us at night!”

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!

NATHANIEL POV I hear that ear piercing scream again followed closely by another loud howl, I am so glad that my father is still passed out from the first one. My mother is one strong werewolf. I hear the lock and the door opened and from the hidden bunker emerges Angus and Leo. I hiss and growl as both my vampire and werewolf come together and agree that those two really need to die, but I know I am not enough yet to take on an Alpha and a Beta on my own.