Werewolf Underworld Novels & Stories

"Rosh, how many packs of werewolves are living in our area?" I asked Rosh out of my curiosity. "Why?" Rosh asked. "I am just wondering if there is another pack that caused the incident in the amusement park." I replied. "Well, I am sure some Rogues are responsible for this." Rosh replied. "Rogues?" I asked him. "Rogues are wolves that were exiled by the pack." Rosh replied. "Exiled? How?" I was really curious to learn more.

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm Orvyn's POV "Who could have done this?" Ruffus slumped into his chair, the wood creaking slightly under his heavy weight. Gloom and unspoken fear radiated his features. Like everyone else on the Table, he was afraid for the safety of the House. The Omicrons are the souls of lost werewolves who could not be absolved of their crimes. The Moon Goddess suffered them rest, confining them to the underworld with insatiable hunger. Not for blood, but for souls.

I gestured around us, “and my team and I followed her. We are separated and I am trying to get my bearings, so I can figure out where they all went and how to get back.” She looked around and nodded her head, “Well I guess that makes sense that you landed this far out.” I raised my eyebrow, confused by what she meant. She looked at me and continued, occasionally glancing towards the windows. “Tribrid’s don’t officially have a place to go here. When you enter the underworld you go wherever your kind is. Like a werewolf will end up on the packlands here. Same goes for vampires, and warlocks, etcetera.”

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'

These forest werewolves were the ones who had taken Stacie’s life, their savagery etched into Claud’s memory like a festering wound. From his hidden vantage point, Claud observed with a cold intensity. He studied the forest werewolves’ movements, noting their numbers-just five in total. They were strong, but Claud knew he was stronger. His transformation into a werewolf had granted him their savage abilities, but tonight he relied solely on his human prowess honed to perfection. Claud’s hands curled into fists as he watched, his elemental powers simmering beneath the surface. He planned his approach meticulously, mapping out his path through the warehouse district. With swift and silent prec

"Well, this is us, Era. You should be grateful because we were born with this privilege. We are strong creatures." Era's thoughts, which had been wandering, returned to the subject at hand. Her gaze returned to Ursa, who was sitting in front of her with a history book that summarized the werewolves' journey through the ages. Era felt like she was getting an extra lecture during her summer vacation. So, she took a deep breath and asked. "Is there an underground dungeon around here?" Ursa was stunned for a moment, not expecting this question. But she answered anyway. "Yes, of course there is. We use it to punish werewolves who defy us. They are imprisoned in darkness and will not see the light

Tom lay on the bed, one leg in a cast, the lines of pain in his face soft with sleep. “Dad?” Jake shook him gently. Tom blinked, focused. “Jake? What the hell—” “I’m getting you both out.” “Out of what?” “You wouldn’t believe me. We have to go—now.” Gunfire barked downstairs. Tom went pale. “What was that?” “Trouble.” Jake reached the window—and stalled. The backyard was full of werewolves. They flowed over fences, through them, eyes catching moonlight like coals. “Oh, shit.”

“The answer to your question is yes,” Mr. Morgenstern said. Hannah and I glanced at each other before turning back to him. It felt good to be prove right. “Werewolves exist and there are a lot of them in this town,” he continued. His wife slipped her dainty hand into his. They were seated on a loveseat couch while the three of us were on a four sitter opposite theirs. Mrs. Morgenstern seemed like the perfect stepford wife who did nothing but care for her husband and the family. “In fact, there are more supernatural beings than humans in this town.”

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal