Werewolf Powers Novels & Stories

"No, sorry. I was busy. What was it about?" "We think that we have found the first remains of a werewolf." She stops with what she is doing. She looks up at me with eyes wide and staring back at me and asks; "Did you say a wolf?" "No. I said a werewolf. The legend goes that there is a type of curse that happens to you. And that is when you change into a wolf on the full moon." She shakes her head as she replies; "That is not scientific at all. No one has ever found the existence of a werewolf."

“You say that but somehow think you can suddenly turn into a one woman army and destroy lots of people in their homes?” “I never said I was going to destroy their homes.” “Then correct me dear young one, because I must have heard incorrectly,” she grinned. “I could say the same thing about you werewolves. You have the power to literally move faster than the eyes can see, punch holes in mountains and regenerate from almost anything killing you. “You can go days without rest while fighting, you can see far, hear the tiniest sounds from distances and even get scents that are almost lost to the winds, yet somehow, you have wars. Somehow you still think yourself weak. Are these limitations I see

“Bones breaking. Senses tearing open. The first shift is hell. Many go mad if they don’t have guidance. That’s why bites are strictly controlled. No Alpha permission—no bite.” She swallows hard. “That’s… terrifying.” “It is,” I agree. “And how do Werewolves get their powers??” She asks. “Our abilities awaken during adolescence. Heightened senses. Strength. The pull of the moon,” I tell her. “I can be very deadly and dangerous whenever I shift into half- human, half-beast form. Because then, my wolf is in control of my body and my wolf is brutal and cruel. And if I want to go all out, I shift into my full animal form. That's the reason why I rarely shift into my full form.”

I asked him, in a vain attempt to diffuse the tension between us. Harper must have caught on to what I was up to because his eyes twinkled and he smirked at me. "Well, us wolves usually have extra capabilities like extra power and keen senses, as I have already told you." I nodded. "Each white wolf has a special power of its own. One white wolf has the power to teleport and another one has levitation properties." "What about you?" "I have the power of compulsion. I can make anyone do whatever I want them to do. Sometimes a small group too. Alphas can control everyone in their packs but I can also compel humans and rogues."

"But Luna, not all werewolves eat human hearts. They still choose their wilk or fate." "Next, they have an infectious bite and you must not compared it into a dog bite only." "While in beast form, a werewolf can turn another person into a werewolf through a bite. Purebred werewolves are capable of doing this at will." "Claws and Fangs werewolves have powerful claws and are able to cut through solid walls. Their fangs can tear human flesh and can rip out a human heart right out of their chest cavity. Pureblood werewolves are able to transform just their claws without transforming fully. "

“Why is that?” “Werewolf blood is powerful. It will make them stronger, and it tastes roughly the same as human blood with a little animalistic tang.” Carter paused and then added, “Or so I’ve heard.” There was a pause, before Carter added, “The more powerful the wolf, the more powerful their blood. Sometimes it can even give the rogue vampire special abilities of their own. Those are the most dangerous types of rogues. But werewolves are also known to defend themselves and their own. They travel in packs so getting to drink from one is risky and difficult without being killed.”

The pack and the whole of werewolves were very happy. This went on for like a century until a werewolf with all the powers appeared. He could heal, fight. Shape shift easily, and he was extraordinarily fast. When the family of the old werewolves with healing powers saw this, they were green with envy and then began to plan on how to kill that werewolf.

“I'm always by your side ready to support you and whatever decision you take I'm right behind you” “Then let's start tonight” “Tonight?” “Hmm, I have powers, I'm a special breed” “Special breed, what's that?” “I wasn't born just an ordinary werewolf I was born a pack master, which means I can superspeed more than a normal wolf, I have crazy strength and lastly I have magic which can help us in this fight” “Magic? Shit this is all new to me” “Hmm, I know but then Jade is born a special breed too, and I don't know what type of power he possesses, father said that Jade's power might counter mine, or mine might counter his”

She had no idea what she was, what kind of power she might possess. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I demanded, anger and frustration bubbling to the surface. “If she’s in danger—” “I didn’t know for certain,” Marc interrupted, his tone calm but firm. “It was just a suspicion, one I hoped was wrong. But her instant healing abilities... , knowing her lineage… it changes everything.” “Is there anything else I need to know?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “There are legends,” Marc continued. “Of powers that the white wolves possess, abilities tied to the moon, to the very essence of the werewolf. But they come at a price, Rollins. Those powers can be as much a curse as a blessin

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.