Werewolf Packs Novels & Stories

The first four packs included the Moonstone pack, which Ariel lived in, Amber pack, Blood thirst pack, and Howling pack. The Moonstone pack were relatively strong in controlling the human beings that were closer to the central area. All the packs focused on different resources and Moonstone focused majorly on weapon manufacturing. TheAmber pack focused on mining ores, Howling pack dealt with economic trade, and The Blood thirst pack was near a desert and that was a lot more difficult to control. Each pack was managed by an alpha under the four iron laws. Each Alpha tended to his pack as they dimmed fit. The packs were built first from the werewolf central and as each pack was built, a wall s

Growing up, sometimes we would hear of packs at war, to settle land disputes, fighting over an insult, an act of disrespect, or simply to gain more power or just for the hell of it. In order words, werewolves fight a lot, our species respects a show of strength more than anything. Sacred Heart was one of the little peaceful packs, preferring diplomacy over a show of force, it kept us safe for a time.

It was a sunny morning, and I was seated in Sebestian's meeting room, Sebestian by my side sitting across from four Alphas of the Four prominent packs and the Elders of each Pack. In the Werewolf side of the world, there were five powerful Packs, Each one with a peculiar strength, that ruled the Lycan world. The Bloodfang Pack, their fangs absorb the blood of the prey, making them stronger and faster, and with every kill, their fangs are dyed red. Commonly called the Thieves of Strength. It is said that, the worst nightmare is to have a bloodfang smile at you.

Responding to Adam's call, at this time, inside the forest, the howls of wolves were heard incessantly. “Grr…” Standing opposite Adam now, was a pack of wolves about three or four dozen. The leader of the pack is a very large white wolf. Even after transforming, Adam's body itself had grown to several meters. But when he faced it, he didn't show any advantage at all. “Brother, why did you come here? This is our territory, we don't want to welcome a foreigner like you." In the crowded wolf pack, suddenly a wolf with a rather small body, compared to any other wolf in the pack, did not have the slightest attention. However, from its mouth came the human language. This left Adam astounded.

At the edges of civilization, werewolf packs could be found in deep forests, along forgotten trails and where places have been faded from the geographical map. In America, there are four werewolf packs. The Northern moon pack. The Southern Moon pack. The Eastern Moon pack. The Western Moon pack. The Northern Moon is located in the deep forests of Minnesota, so basically, I am based there.

“There are several packs within the werewolf community, the Cresent pack was the very first one. The rest were made from pack members who decided they wanted to take up leadership of their own, and also to decongest the pack as membership increased. As time went on we had several packs but there are 6 major packs including ours; The blood moon pack, The Canines, The Lunar clan, The Mystic shadows, The blueblood and of course The Cresent pack. The six are considered the most powerful and most influential. But of course there are newer packs that have been stepping into limelight.

"They're calling themselves the Free Packs." Edward spread newspapers across the war room table. Headlines screamed about supernatural division. "WEREWOLF CIVIL WAR BREWING" "ROGUE PACKS REJECT HUMAN AUTHORITY" "SUPERNATURAL COMMUNITY FRACTURES" "How many total?" I asked. "Thirteen packs. Maybe two thousand wolves. All refusing to register. All rejecting the treaty. All following Vincent's lead." "Where are they?" "Scattered. But moving toward a central location. Somewhere they can defend if humans come for them."

Packs from far and wide had gathered, their members scattered about in various groupings. As Amelia made her way through the camp, she caught glimpses of the vibrant tapestry of werewolf culture. Packs showcased their unique customs and traditions, their distinct symbols and colors proudly on display. The rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the night, their primal pulse infusing the atmosphere with an undeniable vitality.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

The Silver Moon pack? A long time ago, werewolves were in a full-out war with vampires, called The War of Legends. It was a worldwide war in the supernatural world, but around these parts, three packs had basically put an end to the war: The Don Rivers Pack, The Tri-Stade Pack, and The Silver Moon Pack. To this day, they were still the biggest and most powerful packs around, with lesser packs cowering at their feet. And I was to be the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack?!