Werewolf Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

I shrug it off, concentrating on the book in front of me. “The Werewolf Caste System consists of the Alpha, Beta, Delta/Gamma, Healers and Guardians, Warriors (Sentinel, Hunters, Scouts), and Omegas. Everyone in the pack has a role to portray and a responsibility to uphold. The Caste System was designed to ensure the survival of the pack and assume peace and order within.” Survival of the pack…? Does this mean werewolves also tend to invade territories just like how humans colonize other countries? If that happens, then the invaded pack may cease to exist and their territory will be overrun by the invaders.

Eventually, the idea of a clan council starts to transcend down to other supernatural beings like the vampires and warlocks/witches which are creatures more prominent in our part of the world. Our world is changing. Rumors have it that more werewolves have migrated along the Arctic, and vampires are encroaching on the east. The werewolf migration remained a rumor, but the vampires didn't. Lots of wars have been fought, and lives have been lost. So when one of the vampire elders reached out to us to have a meeting, Zegulf and I agreed to one. That led to the founding of the WVW council. A council created to establish a strong relationship betweens werewolves, vampires, and warlocks.

I had searched, waited, and hoped patiently for my real mate, but she was nowhere to be found. Crescent Moon Pack is the biggest and strongest of all the packs in North America, with about 1000 werewolves. We have a small town for ourselves. The other groups have looked up to us for many centuries. Anything the Crescent Moon Alpha says is acknowledged and respected by everyone. That's why we have the title of Alpha King.

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

Max cleared his throat, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. Taking a moment to observe the council members, Max noted their identities. The council comprised seven individuals: Jackson, Fenrir, Magnus, Astrid, Thalia, Ragnar, and Ruben. They were all revered Elders within the werewolf community. But Max knew their reputations didn’t necessarily reflect their true nature. Ruben and Jackson were sympathetic to Max’s cause, and he hoped to win over Thalia, the only female alpha in the council.

They would not rest until they had brought the Supreme God Destroyer to justice and ensured the safety of the world. Amidst the moonlit expanse of a desolate forest, seven imposing figures, their hulking forms cloaked in the shadows, stood triumphant, their laughter echoing through the silent trees. These were the Seven Werewolf Supreme God Destroyers, an elite group of rouges known for their unmatched power and cunning.

- I've never heard of it. - They are famous in the right places. They make a point of imposing an evil aura that even drives away the devil. There is a club like a motorcycle club association and several MC offices spread throughout the city. The inhabitants don't mess with the bikers, and the bikers don't mess with them. “The Wolves MC” is not part of the association. The degree of violence they show makes them “persona non grata”. Little do they know that the safety of all the humans who live there, including the members of the motorcycle clubs who do not accept friendships with the Wolves, owe their lives to them. They are a group made up of werewolves, witches, vampires, and some humans.

They were the human a&&holes who bet Charlie $1,000 that he couldn’t get me into bed. Except that they weren’t really humans. It turns out that they are/ were a group of rogue werewolves who have chosen to live in the human world. They run their motorcycle club almost exactly the same way as a traditional werewolf pack: the president of the club functions like an alpha; the vice-president functions like a beta; and so forth. Meanwhile, instead of calling their mates “mates,” they call them their “old men” and “old ladies.”

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.