Werewolf Hierarchy Novels & Stories

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.

Tai said. "Mates are exception." "Mates?" "You really don't know anything, do you?" Ace whispered. 1 "I'm freaking clueless about this," Tai muttered. "Let's start with the basics," Ace said. "Werewolves live in packs with a hierarchy that keep the order. The Alpha is in charge, the Beta is second in command, and there is also a third in command, the Delta. There is also a Warrior and those four people run a pack. Does that make sense?"

Their fathers were either elders, councilors, betas and other high ranked people. Clayburrow was one of the biggest werewolf districts in the west. Each district had one alpha, ten betas with respected ranks, and a council consisting of twelve people to aid the alpha in decision making and dealing with political affairs. Then the deltas, the commanders of the soldiers who were assigned to secure the district’s safety. The rank was followed by the elites, the members of the high society who were either businessmen or relatives of the high ranked people working for the alpha. And I knew that even though I wouldn’t be picked by the Alpha to be his wife, I would surely marry one of these young m

Showing me different paintings on the wall and telling the stories behind some of them. She even explained the hierarchy system. “Primus Alexander: The leader and founder. Kyrexeis : Second-in-command and advisor. I remember Alexander referred to Levi as Kyrexeis before. “Lykoi : Elite warriors and protectors. Syntagma : Scouts and border patrols. Kynigos : Providers and suppliers.” she finished. I made a mental note of each level she mentioned. It was quite similar to other werewolf packs. Primus/ Alpha. Kyrexeis/ Beta.

I had even grown used to the omegas who looked like abused children walking around taking care of everyone else. They hardly ever looked up and at first it really bothered me, but in time, I realized it was just the way things worked with werewolves. The omegas weren’t abused, they were showing respect to the ones who were higher in rank. It made sense for there to be some kind of hierarchy. They were animals, after all. They were predators and needed the structure to keep everyone in line.

Tai said. "Mates are exception." "Mates?" "You really don't know anything, do you?" Ace whispered. 1 "I'm freaking clueless about this," Tai muttered. "Let's start with the basics," Ace said. "Werewolves live in packs with a hierarchy that keep the order. The Alpha is in charge, the Beta is second in command, and there is also a third in command, the Delta. There is also a Warrior and those four people run a pack. Does that make sense?"

"Werewolves are not like vampires who have vampires who live as ordinary citizens and are not related to the kingdom. All of them who wake up as werewolves have the responsibility to serve the kingdom. While their children who have not awakened their powers will continue to try and practice until they can become werewolves." "So, you could say their education system has been like the military since they were children?" "Maybe like that," replied Damien who continued to walk without looking at the map on the GPS of his cell phone. "Also, there is a hierarchy in terms of werewolf power itself. Werewolves are divided into tiers. The lowest level is beta, above it alpha, then generals, and final

"The last slot belongs to the fierce fighter in the pack. So the ancient includes the past alpha, beta and gemma, then the healer and the fierce fighter. This five from each pack represent the strong towers of Werewolves." "As I said earlier at the restaurant, I said one of the rule of werewolf is hierarchy. We all are placed according to our importance, we have the Alpha and luna of the pack, the Beta, the Gemma, the healers, the warriors, the helpers and the last on the hierarchy is the omega." He stops to know if I was following him. Of course I am, infact I'm hanging on his every word.

“Only that you need information on a suspicious death.” I nodded. I examined the male in front of me. His aura was strong, but he didn’t fit into any specific hierarchy. That wasn’t uncommon among the werewolves in Whearhal. Since they weren’t allowed a hierarchy for centuries, many still drifted between them or fell outside them altogether. That could be useful in the werewolf territory. There were other aspects of him that convinced me he had some capability in his field, and compounded with Damen’s positive reference, I was confident he could get the job done.

Since then, my life had been one long reminder that I was a useless human mistake in a world of beasts. In the werewolf kingdom, everything was hierarchical. At the top sat the Werewolf King and his royal bloodline, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. Below him, Alphas were nobles. Then Betas ruled the courts. Gammas were the soldiers. Omegas were servants. And beneath them all were us slaves: mixed-bloods, half-breeds, and the unwanted. We were the dirt under their feet. “Who is in the kitchen?” a soldier barked. Daisy and I froze, stuffing the rest of the bun into our mouths.