Werewolf Sad Novels & Stories

My mind was a cell full of confusion and conflicting emotions. "When a werewolf's mate dies it crushes their soul. Some wolves go through depression and others even kill themselves. Some even lose themselves and go rogue- rogues are wolves that have been exiled for crimes or they just left a pack for some reason," He patiently explained the foreign terminology before I could even ask.

Sometimes I'll see holden laughing at me saying what a stupid excuse for a werewolf i am. Tonight is another bad night, I'm screaming and crying again, i wake up and go open my window, i need to breath. I feel like I'm drowning in my own misery. I look out of my window and see the moon , it's full tonight, beautiful. I hear a sad howl, deep down even though I'm not a full wolf i know it's my luna, my heart break for her, she sound so sad. I hear other pack howling with her i wish i can howl too but i can't. I feel tears running down my cheeks and i break to sobs. A lone wold howl get my attention, i look down my window to see a brown wolf sitting down and looking at me , the wolf got the sam

Her solitary figure, shrouded in the rain and mist, seemed frail and vulnerable, with an air of lingering sorrow still emanating from her pheromones. Adelaide sat in the car, her damp hair dripping water onto her face, each drop scalding like a hot tear. Her wolf ears drooped, betraying the weight of her dejection. Paisley hugged her, her pheromones warm and comforting. "Don't be sad. It's the fate of many werewolf warriors. Remember the southern border battles? Many fell there too." "Yes, but their families endure such hardship," Adelaide sighed, wiping her face. Her cedar pheromones carried her weariness. "She's never moved on."

Wolf turned around suddenly, his eyes were gloomy, his previous enthusiasm was completely gone, and his face turned into ice again, the kind that smelled so bad. She blinked, and her heart skipped a beat: ‘I didn’t provoke him, did I?’ After thinking about it for a while, she seemed to understand. Because it was not possible! A werewolf must be depressed if he wants to save face. Well, if he really can't do it, then did she make a lot of money? She was originally in a bad mood, but after thinking about it like this, she suddenly felt lighter. But after a while, she became drowsy and fell asleep quickly.

He continued," I am not decieving her. I am suffering from multiple personality disorder or you can say PTSD" I was shocked to hear that. I said, "What? How can a werewolf suffer from mental issue?" The wounds on our body were now healed. We both fought but the traces of that fight were not visible. "A werewolf can suffer from psychological problem. Werewolves can heal their physical pain and wounds but they can't heal mental and heart pain". He said.

He stinks like a corpse, and yet, I’m still here. “You might not be the kindest when it comes to words, but you have a good heart,” I smile when Lucas draws in a sharp, pained breath. It seems his heart isn’t as covered by ice as the man likes to pretend, and I place my hand over his larger one, squeezing it. “The werewolves you lead are still loyal to you and are sad you’re going.” “Please… they’re probably happy I’m gone so they can take my spot...and Freddy’s.”

“How?” “You are my second chance mate…there won’t be another--” he runs his hand through his thick hair --“I don’t think you’ll understand…how do I explain it? When a werewolf is rejected, it’s the deepest, most profound pain… it’s like a part of your soul dies, and you can feel it dying. It’s very difficult for us to recover from that. A lot of wolves just wither away and die.” He stares at me, desperation in his eyes. It’s like he’s willing me to understand. “They die because they’re incomplete? They literally die of a broken heart?”

Resentment. Mortal enemies. Jane’s stance. The biggest downfall of a werewolf is having no wolf. I’ve locked myself in my room, not allowing anyone to see me, still grieving my loss. I feel a deep, gnawing emptiness that I can’t seem to escape. The loss of my wolf has left me feeling incomplete and vulnerable, like a part of my very soul has been torn away. Amber is gone. My wolf is gone. I am happy I had a wolf to call mine.

I asked my mother out of curiosity and I suddenly saw the sadness on her face, and that was enough for me to know the answer. "Sadly, her mate died in the battle," she told me, causing me to gasp in shock. I don't know what I should feel from what I heard, now I know why Jenna has been crying so profusely, she just lost her mate, her other half. They say once you lose your mate, it feels like you are dead inside too, sometimes when werewolves lose their other half it drives them mad and crazy. I can't stop myself feeling so sorry for her but I know she doesn't need my mercy right now, she just needs her father's shoulder to cry on.

He knew how to soften my heart. "I'll think about that!" I whispered. The wolf came close to me. He lay down beside me, like a huge stuffed animal. I reached out, carefully touching his soft fur. It felt so comfortable. Alpha King's wolf was much gentler than he was. "I know you're not used to this place, you're not used to us. I'll remind Joyce to be more patient with you. Please forgive him for his foolishness, his parents passed away when he was a teenager. At that time he was weaker than many other werewolves. As an Alpha King, he was under the most pressure and was also very lonely. You and he both expected to meet you but you never appeared.” The big wolf whispered softly in my ear. “I