Werewolf Sad Novels & Stories

"Why does the moon goddess have to set mate on an obscure creature like me!? I ... I never wanted someone to like a creature like me!" "I won't live long and can't feel the bond of mate like other werewolves. I also can't turn into a wolf or do some telepathic with my pack members. I also don't want to make my mate sad if I suddenly die. I ... I don't want to make anyone sad anymore because of my presence ...." Lulla's tear-filled eyes looked up at Ullric, who looked surprised when he saw her crying like a child. Lulla sucked the snot that was almost coming out of her nose. In front of Ullric, Lulla finally looked like a typical young girl.

I do not know if I can tell the truth. And most importantly, my body hurts. I do not know what to say, so I keep crying. Cody is a little annoyed. He says, “Stop crying and tell me.” I heard that if a girl shows that she is vulnerable, the werewolf will show mercy.

He asked, his eyes hopeful. “Don't look so hopeful. I'm still processing all of this.” “Of course,” he smiled but it was sad. I had never seen him sad before. He looked more human now that I knew he wasn't and it made for a huge pile of confusion. “I'm sorry about the death of your men,” “It's okay. Whoever this was knew our weaknesses.” That was it. Why didn't I think of this before? Werewolves have their weaknesses. “What weakness?” “It's not important,”

I added. “I know I have read all about it. I guess it will be a long way before werewolves accept someone out of their league” he murmured looking disappointed. “Why do you look sad?” I asked. He snapped his head at me “I have a werewolf whom I like. Unfortunately she has a mate and is happy with him” he informs me making me speechless for a second time today. “I am sorry. I wish I could help you in some way” I murmured.

“Can you do this?” A hard wipe of a sleeve. “Yeah. Okay.” They stepped—two fire teams, bounding overwatch—under the dark skirts of the trees. The first hit fell. A massive werewolf dropped from the branches like a boulder of fur and teeth, smashing into Linda. Claws tore armour like paper. She screamed, hands scrabbling at slick hide. “Help me!” Tara’s scream ripped free as the others opened up—muzzles strobing the gloom. Rounds thudded; the beast barely flinched. It bit, wrenched—Linda’s trachea came away in its jaws; a red arc painted the pavement.

I glanced up at the poor werewolf, fearing for his life—and for Rum’s conscience. “AND YOU FEEL SORRY FOR HIM?” Rum raised the poor wolf higher, and Umberto started coughing, his limbs spilling limp from his body that was arching as though a stake had gone right through it. I stared in horror. “R-Rum… please let him go… you’re hurting him….” Rum took a step forward. “Answer the fucking question, Rose. Are you feeling sad for him? Do you feel pain seeing him hurt?” The tone pissed me off. I held his gaze and lifted my chin in defiance. “What shit has gotten into your stupid head! I feel sad for you, you fucking idiot! You’ll regret hurting him, so STOP IT NOW!”

Laughter emanates from them like this is fun for them. I hear their footsteps before I see them, they are three in total. Dressed in long capes. I see a logo on their shirt. I decipher it immediately; a wolf being beheaded. I know Eligio mentioned something about him not being alone in this but I didn’t expect this. "A vampire in the den of the wolves," one of them smirks. I am angry right now. So angry that I am one of them, that I am a vampire. I have never hated being a vampire as much as I do at this moment.

Then I look over to the creature and I swear to you that it looked to be smiling at me. "My name is Max, little mate. I know that you don't understand what is going on right now but I do promise you that you are compleatly safe. You have already met my human , and we both already love you so very much." I'm not to sure what the hell is going on other than I'm still dreaming. "You are what is known as a wolf shifter, or a werewolf. I am a Lycan, we are just about the same but my senses are a little stronger. My human will tell you everything when the time comes." Once he was finished talking, I found myself feeling a bit dizzy, then all of a sudden I was lost in nothing but black emptyness. (

her voice wavered, memories resurfacing. “What happened?” “She died five years ago, and we lost her and the baby at birth,” she began to sob, and empathy surged within me. “I'm so sorry,” I consoled, offering a comforting pat on her back. “Today is her anniversary.” My mind flashed back to the room, where I saw Ralph holding an art, undoubtedly a tribute to her. Most werewolves crumble after losing their mates, giving in to despair after marking their mates. Now I understand the origin of his unstable nature. Five years was a long period for grief, yet he chose to lock himself away.

My wolf said, 'It's because you love him. 'What?' I asked. 'He takes away your anger because you love him and he loves you.' She said it softly. 'Mates balance each other.' 'Why am I so sad, shouldn't he be able to take that away too?' I asked as if she should know everything. 'He can't see the sadness. He can see the anger.' She replied. 'You get sadder because he doesn't know and Eckley can't feel it because you aren't marked. If they mark us, you will never be able to hide what you're feeling.'