Werewolf Like Me Novels & Stories

Werewolves are a bit more acceptable than Shadow Hunters. XXX

The chains clanked loudly as I struggled against them, my wrists raw and bleeding. The damp, stale air of the underground cell seeped into my lungs, suffocating me. I curled my trembling body into a corner, desperately trying to find solace in the darkness. My name is Sasha Springfield, a 21-year-old weak werewolf. It seemed fate had a cruel sense of humor, for I had yet to meet my mate. In a world where finding your destined partner was the ultimate goal, I felt like an outcast, an anomaly.

"Things aren't the same anymore, Mira. I hope Dan understands." A flicker of anger crossed Dan's face, but he offered a tight nod, stepped back, and walked on ahead. Mira grabbed Ria's arm, staring at her intently as they continued down the street. "Ever since you came back from that sudden trip with your mother, you've been a completely different person." Ria paused, looking at her best friend with a heavy expression. "Mira... do you believe in werewolves?" Mira’s expression twisted into pure disgust, followed by a burst of laughter. "Do they even exist?! I mean, sure, in movies! Did you watch some horror marathon or what?"

As if he was scorning me, the pressure on my body grew more and more intense until I had to close my eyes again in defeat. I will return it, I promised in my heart. But the anger and revenge are not entirely mine, I share all of that with other people who live in my body as well. A person who feels foreign ... but I also feel very familiar with him, as if he is a part of myself. Perhaps just as werewolves divided themselves between the human side and the wolf side, Leykan also had something like that.

I asked him for confirmation. "YOU ARE A WOLF LIKE ME!" He looked at me. My eyes widened. To Be Continued.

But after minutes of talking to him with my voice calm, his eyes dilated when I glowed my eyes right in front of him. "I'm a werewolf just like you. But we're not monsters. You're not a monster, Christopher. You are someone with serious Autism Spectrum Disorder."

In essence, joining or not joining the club made little difference. Despite my seemingly perfect exterior, I carried two secrets. Firstly, I was not entirely human, I was a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, but the most noble of the werewolf lineage, a white wolf. Secondly, I did not harbour affection for women. While I had engaged in relationships with women in the past, they never elicited any genuine response from me. As for men, those who pursued me were often too clingy for my liking, and any relationship with them ultimately dissolved—except for him.

She said. I nearly dropped my fork. “…Excuse me?” She nodded matter-of-factly. “It’s similar to your I*******m, X, TikTok and everything else.” “Wait… you people have werewolf I*******m?” My eyes widened, and she laughed. “We don’t call it that, but yes, although it’s only accessible to wolves. Humans can’t create accounts or even find the servers.” She said, and I stared at her still in shock. “Wow”. My jaw slowly fell open. “This is the coolest thing I’ve heard since coming here,” I said, and Petra chuckled.

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

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