Werewolf In True Blood Novels & Stories

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

I called out to get his attention, trying not to throw up by his current state, “We can help.” Daemon placed a hand in my shoulders, “There's nothing you can do to help him Diana,” he whispered I didn't want to believe him as a sense of duty came over me. It was like I owed the man to fix him, to save him but deep down I also knew Daemon was right. The man acknowledged our presence, his eyes lit up in fear as I walked closer towards him and tried to assure him that I was only here to help. “No, stay away from me you werewolf mutts,” he choked on his own blood which gushed out of his mouth right after.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? 'Jesus Christ…if you can't be appreciative—.' He winced in pain and continued, 'At least be perceptive….' His body tensed up and there was more blood. Blood was gushing out the hole in his chest. I kept staring at it, the thick, black blood. SHIT. A werewolf's blood turns black when—. 'Silver!' I gasped and cradled Rum's face to check for signs of life, and he coughed violently, spurting more blood.

The taste of her blood still lingered in my tongue, the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. She suspiciously asked if I drank blood, to which I replied only animals during hunting. That was a lie, I drank blood, but from willing women. I didn’t kill them though. I was no ordinary rogue wolf, but a bloodsucker werewolf. A rare species of wolves that not many people knew about, and I would love to keep it that way. Aria would probably freak out if I told her what I truly was, because even without knowing much about me, I could tell she was wary of me.

Dante elaborated. Upon hearing this, Arlo immediately turned his gaze toward Viggo. During that particular full moon night, Xavier had become a werewolf. Moreover, Xavier had ancient werewolf blood within him. "Could Xavier possibly..." Arlo mumbled. Viggo paused for a moment and looked at Dante. "There's a human who became a werewolf. Could he possibly be stronger than me? He's a descendant of the Solstice Howlers," Viggo stated.

“Alaric?” “I’m sorry, Adriana,” Alpha Alaric said, clenching his teeth and furrowing his brows as if he was under a lot of pain. “Don’t…” “The wolves in Crimson Blood are hybrids. Half wolf, half vampyrs,” Ravenna cut him off. “But please don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you.” “What is wrong with him?” Adriana said, unable to keep her eyes away from Alaric and his invisible struggle.

"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.

"When last did you eat something?'' I ask him. Worrying. ''Today,'' he stutters. I frown ''I mean when last did you hunt. When last did you eat real meat fresh from the bone?" Werewolves can eat normal foods; we eat everything but the only thing that makes us who we are is fresh meat—with the blood still dripping. Hunting the meat ourselves gives us more strength. We can't survive without hunting; it is a necessity in our lifestyle ''A week ago" he answers and my heart drops in my chest. What-the-fuck?

He finally revealed. Shea was speechless. She didn’t know what to say… But she had the urge to ask more about it, but she remained silent as Denver continued his words. “I am a half-blooded werewolf. Me and Levi were the only ones left in our clan.” He added. “Half-blooded werewolf? What d-do you mean by t-that?” She unconsciously inquired. “I am half witch, Shea.” It was a bomb in her ears. Half-witch?

He lay on the ground, clutching his abdomen, blood seeping profusely from the wound. The vampire smirked smugly as he savored the taste of Neil's blood on his hands, clearly relishing the moment. Anger surged through me, and I transformed into my wolf form, lunging at him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, intent on tearing his limb from limb. At the same time, Roy, in his wolf form as well, attacked the vampire's lower body, having also seen Neil harmed. We both pulled with all our strength, and in that instant, the vampire's body was rent in two, dead on the spot.