Werewolf Novels & Stories

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

After an hour I had filled 7 notebooks while Reece, was just about done with his first. He was exactly like this at school then on the way home he'd copy my work, once he actually walked into a lamppost due to writing while walking. This little study session had uncovered some interesting things, it's also made me kind of believe that the werewolf people are out there. Let's start from the beginning, werewolves live in packs like most animals, they have a leader called an Alpha. Each werewolf also has a mate, that is another person that is assigned to you by the moon goddess. The Alpha's mate is called the Luna and they both rul

I try to hold on to a little sliver of hope but as Mtungagore carries on, deep down I know I've failed. "Harold, they are called werewolves because they are humans with a spirit wolf as a guardian. Not only do they share their feelings, they share everything. What the human sees, hears, feels, tastes, or does, the wolf does the same. Are you sure, you have Magnus wolf in on this? Mind you, wolves and their hosts can be in serious conflict. So congratulations dear friend, if you have manipulated the wolf as well But if not, then I am a afraid you have celebrated a tad bit too early my friend."

Silence hung in the air; only the sound of insects could be heard around them. * Alexandra spotted the figure of a black wolf that stirred not far from where she crouched. She felt her heart beating irregularly. A strange buzz ran through her veins and a voice inside her said, [Mate] [Is it possible, Sia?] [The Moon Goddess always has plans for the wolves in this world, Alex.] It feels like he's a little weird. She's a hybrid like Luna Edith, a werewolf vampire. He's a hybrid like Luna Edith, a werewolf vampire. It's the night of the full moon, so he can change into his wolf form.

Zeev answered him. Zane’s lips subtly parted. He couldn’t still wrap his head around the existence of this mythical creature. But after seeing a couple of it, he knew they’re telling the truth and somehow something inside him believe them so easily. “Full moon is the time where newborns and rogues go berserk. Everything about their turn is heightened and increased. Some couldn’t control themselves, making them attack humans. It’s the classic story. That’s why we always patrol the forest during full moon, making sure they don’t reach the town,” the wolf prince explained.

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

Chapter Twelve: A meeting with his lips In folklore, a werewolf[a] (Old English: werwulf, "man-wolf") or occasionally lycanthrope/ˈlaɪkənˌθroʊp/ (Greek: λυκάνθρωποςlukánthrōpos, "wolf-person") is a human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf (or, especially in modern film, a therianthropichybrid wolflike creature), either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction (often a bite or scratch from another werewolf). Early sources for belief in this ability or affliction, called lycanthropy/laɪˈkænθrəpi/, are Petronius (27–66) and Gervase of Tilbury (1150–1228).

"I came in past the guards." "How?" He smirked, lifting his broad shoulders. "I have my ways." Then it hit me. "You're a Wolf-Witch Hybrid, aren't you?" He took another step closer, a smile lighting his lips. "Well, I prefer the term Arctic Wolf-Wizard Hybrid." When I looked more closely, he looked familiar, as if I either knew him or had seen him somewhere before. "Who are you?" He looked me dead in the eye. "I'm your Mate."

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black an

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.