Werewolf Pack Series Novels & Stories

Though they had bid farewell to their fallen comrades, their memories endured, immortalized in the annals of their collective consciousness. Under the guidance of Alpha Henry and Luna Elizabeth, the Waterland pack had emerged from the crucible of adversity as a bastion of strength and unity. Their newfound alliance with the Wetland pack, forged in the fires of adversity, had blossomed into a beacon of hope for neighboring werewolf communities. This harmonious coexistence between the two packs, characterized by mutual respect and camaraderie, had set a lofty example for others to emulate.

The younger Werewolves see how the higher classes live at much closer quarters on a daily basis. And the fight has gone out of the older generation. Alpha Tam, our alpha, belongs to the older generation. There is an obvious split between the older and the younger generations. Despite the current divide within the pack, if any member of my pack so much as gets a whiff that I’m sheltering the princess, I’ll be banished. And what is a werewolf without his pack? Banishment is the worst thing that can happen to a pack animal. It is worse than death for a Werewolf. When a Werewolf is forced to give up his pack and live alone, he gradually devolves until he’s more beast than man. He turns into a de

I picked up the fourth book I had taken and read the title printed onto the cover. ‘The Great Packs’. It told the story of the great wars and battles between the seven great packs throughout history. To think that all this knowledge was at my disposal all along but I would have never guessed to come and look for it because I thought shifters only existed in books and TVs. There were five great packs: Lunar, Eclipse, Bloodmoon, Solstice and Bragavone. The Lunar pack was the one that was completely wiped out, the one, which I was born into. The Eclipse pack was Jason’s pack. It was known to be a strong pack but it was not the strongest pack that was out there. That title belonged to the Bloodm

I wished that he would just continue talking without taking a break cause the story seemed like an interesting one. I picked very serious interest from the beginning and adjusted on my seat to continue listening to the rest. "At that time, the pack was going through a crisis," he continued to speak. "Four other packs wanted dominion over the werewolf world -Blackmoon pack included - but Red Breeder's Alpha refused to be part of such ambition. They decided that their first victim would then be Red Breeder.

Curious, I pick up the top one, and instantly feel my eyes begin to water. "The Comprehensive Guide to Werewolf History," I read aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. I flip through the others: "Global Pack Atlas: Locations and Territories," "Lycanthrope Biology: An In-Depth Study," "The Social Structures of Werewolf Packs," "Lunar Cycles and Their Effects on Werewolf Physiology," there are many others in the stack.

Once they were on the road, Zoe took his hand. "What's got you so nervous?" She asked. "Let me tell you about what being a werewolf entails, and it will explain what I was doing back there." Ryder glanced toward Zoe as she turned to face him. "Okay, I'm all ears." She answered. "Werewolves live in packs. The leader of the pack is the alpha, and his mate is the luna. We all live together on our pack lands. There are many houses, and the main house is called the pack house." Ryder paused when they stopped at a stoplight to see how she was doing.

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

For werewolves, the full moon is a sacred occasion. A werewolf pack congregates for their own rites in the same manner that humans might dress nicely and convene at a place of worship. The location where we meet for the Trialblazer pack is roughly an hour and a half northwest of Toronto. Two hundred acres of pristine territory where we can securely wander as the monsters we become every full moon were once home to a pack long before Canada was known as New France, at the time when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats.

Anna whispered in disbelief. Beta Marcus nodded. "The Crimson Moon pack, the Steel Claw pack, the Northern Frost pack, the Southern Fire pack, the Eastern Storm pack, the Western Earth pack, the Golden Sun pack, the Silver Star pack, the Blood Fang pack, the Iron Wolf pack, the Stone Bear pack, and the Lightning Strike pack." Austin recognized most of these names - they were some of the most powerful and influential packs in the entire werewolf nation. If they were all united against him... "What exactly are you demanding?" Austin asked.

Blake's POV Five years have elapsed, marking a significant period of transformation within the werewolf realm. During this relatively brief timeframe, two pivotal events unfolded, forever altering the fabric of the werewolf world. First and foremost, a formidable alliance materialized, spearheaded by the Blood Hound Pack, which compelled other packs to join its ranks and extend support. Failure to comply with this coercive demand meant certain annihilation, as witnessed with the tragic fate of the Red Moon Pack. Fear gripped the hearts of all, leaving them with no choice but to acquiesce and join the formidable alliance.