Werewolf University Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry for the intrusive nature of the question. The only medical school exclusive to werewolves on the east coast is the Greater Council for Supernatural Medicine. I researched them as I had an interest in paying for Jessa to go but found that while the werewolves that were admitted there did very well, there was a very low death rate for a learning hospital, they have a strict punishment policy. One that I felt is far too harsh considering how many empaths are abused.” I nod my head.

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

It became a trending topic across social media platforms, igniting a debate about demonic creatures lurking around campuses in the guise of education. The wolf descends from a noble family on the West Coast and has a massive influence on the pack leadership. It only took a few hours for the pack to hack the university system, destroy the surveillance video of the wolf’s capture, and sue the university for defamation and false claims about werewolves they alternately call ‘beast’ and ‘monster.’ The pack released the video footage of the barbaric torture their member suffered at the hands of university officials. It generated online heat on various social media platforms and news channels. Th

Instead, she was the one excited and a little nervous at the same time. “Look over there,” she leaned against the balustrade, a soft breeze playing with her hair. She looked at the campus of the university. “That’s where you’ll study. I can’t believe high schools are like this here.” “It’s the only one in the area and it’s not a high school, aunt,” I replied without thinking. “It’s a campus. Technically, I should be a university student according to the werewolves. They have their own rules. A female werewolf is considered an adult at the age of 16, male ones at 19. They…”

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

“So, what do we need to know about Domlur?” Quinn asked while we are eating our breakfast at Rendall’s house. Last night, we decided to plan everything so that we can pull off this mission. It was supposed to be my mission but they used the word “our” and I can’t help but be thankful that I have them. “Well, Domlur is where werewolves live.” Quinn and I scowled at what Rendall said. That is common knowledge for god’s sake.

I mumble a low and soft 'sorry' after not hearing replies from my Mom. Mom just shrugs it off and she tries to invite me again with no avail. I just lower my face and apologize sincerely. Having my pack around me is the most suffocating thing in my life. They only know how to talk about other werewolves weaker and lower than them - and that's me.

Evelyn's POV: I quickly got used to studying at a human university. The students here were all very friendly toward me. They just knew me as a quiet student and knew nothing about my past, even more so about my identity as a werewolf. After I wrapped up my experiment, I took out my phone and went onto our werewolf social media site, Howler, to read up more on tips and tricks for werewolves to survive in a human-dominated world. At that moment, I noticed an eye-catching article header pop out at me on the front page.