Werewolf Novels & Stories

He sneered at him with his yellow glowing eyes. “I knew it!” exclaimed Detective White. This is not the first time he tased his attacker. He has seen his attackers knocked down for a few minutes when tased but this isn’t so with the man that just attacked him. He believed something supernatural was holding him when the man grabbed him and held him against the tree. Things are beginning to make sense to him now. A man with glowing eyes isn’t just a man but a supernatural creature known as a ‘werewolf.’

As the members of the Crimson Pack tensed, their instincts sharpened, and their eyes narrowed in anticipation. The air became heavy with tension as the growl reverberated through the woods, causing the very ground to vibrate beneath their feet. Rey's heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the familiar scent—a scent that stirred a mixture of fear and familiarity within her. It was the scent of a rogue werewolf, one who had abandoned all ties to packs and lived a solitary and dangerous existence.

The anticipation swirled within me, mingling with the adrenaline that surged through my veins. And then, emerging like phantoms from the murky darkness, a pack of werewolf raiders materialized before us. Their predatory eyes glowed with an unholy hunger, an insatiable thirst for blood. The flickering moonlight cast eerie shadows upon their lupine forms, accentuating their primal nature. These creatures, half-human, half-beast, were the embodiment of savagery and aggression.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were ca

Her Dad and the rest was fuzzy. “Dude, what the…” a male voice was saying from the living room, when a sound that seemed like a punch, shut him up. In one swift motion, she was up. She looked at her dressing. She was still in her skinny jeans and leather jacket. The one she wore when she returned the previous day. Werewolves were blessed with super hearing, super speed, fast healing. In another swift motion, she was at the door of her living room. The room was a mess. Broken furnitures, broken glasses, splatters of blood. Some fractures of woods sticking out from the wall.

The full moon illuminated the scene, casting an eerie, silver glow upon the tragedy unfolding before our eyes. Amidst the chaos, the colossal monster turned its attention towards me, its eyes burning with an ancient malevolence. The anguished cries of our allies continued to echo in the background as it spoke, its voice a chilling growl that reverberated through the night. "You cannot defeat me, Melvin," it snarled, its voice carrying a haunting resonance. "No matter how many allies your wolf may bring, I am the perfect definition of an immortal werewolf. I cannot be killed. Your feeble attempts to stop me will be in vain."

I felt both familiar and strange. The Blue Sea pack was very modern and lacked nothing, but it was still very different from the city. Werewolves loved nature and wanted to be in nature, so they often didn't turn on the lights when it wasn't really necessary. If I went on the road at night, I would have to rely on the white light to find my way. The moon was very bright, werewolves had very good eyesight, so it was not difficult for us to determine the way at night when there was no electric light.

Lupu gestured for me to step inside the room, and as I hesitated, my eyes caught a disturbing sight: a creature resembling a wolf, but chained to the wall. Its eyes glinted with a wild, feral intelligence, and its fur was matted and scarred. I shouted without thinking, "What kind of wolf is that?" but the words barely escaped my mouth. Mr. Lupu looked at me calmly and replied, "That is no wolf, John. That is a werewolf," his voice steady but tinged with an ominous undertone.

“The blood wolf is a hybrid, made from two different monsters, both violent and bloodthirsty, the loup-garou and the vampyr. It craves blood constantly and can never be appeased. It's a being so powerful that the native tribes start worshiping it as a god. It’s not until a coven of witches stand up against the blood wolf and put it down with a spell that the land is freed of its evil.” He looks up at me, and I swallow hard. What have we done?

Silver Moon Pack. The wind tonight was as usual, and the air was chilly on the high peaks. The moon was pale, and the howls of those damned werewolves echoed throughout the village. Raven, under the pale moonlight, listened to the howls like thousands of needles piercing his ears. It was an insult to him. Raven Blackwood, one of the werewolves of the Silver Moon Pack. However, he had never been considered part of the race, only considered trash because he couldn't display his powers as a werewolf.