Werewolf University Novels & Stories

I turned on my heel and left, smiling until I made it to class. I quickly slipped into a seat in the back as Mr. Aries was talking about the structure of the werewolf packs. “Here at Werewolf Academia, we are under the rule of Alpha Ian Mendoza, a Lycan King who unites packs through peace, not force. We have Range Pack, Sky Pack, Lycone—the one we’re in—and Storm Pack…” He stopped mid-sentence as two platinum-blonde boys walked in. They looked the same, the only difference being that one of them wore glasses. They also had to be Alpha heirs, given their crimson uniforms.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Yuna even managed to finish an essay without thinking about kitsune politics or hunter councils. As evening fell, she met Camille back at their dorm. Her friend was surrounded by textbooks, looking frazzled. "Help me," Camille moaned. "I have three papers due this week and I've barely started one." "That's what you get for binge watching that entire series instead of studying." "It was research! The show is set in France!" "The show is about vampires." "French vampires. Very educational." Yuna laughed and sat down to help. They worked for hours, ordering pizza and complaining about professors. It was normal. Wonderfully, blessedly normal.

I will never regret being… Captivated by the Howling University. Captivated by the bullies. Captivated by Student Councils. Captivated by Grimson. Captivated by the werewolves den.

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

“You’re not what I expected.” “What did you expect?” “Well, a shriveled up old woman with a mustache.” I had no idea why I was trying to joke, but a flicker of light in my current situation seemed fitting. “Good to see you come packed with a sense of humor,” he laughed. “But I’m part of the Moon Guardians. Let’s just say it’s the werewolf equivalent of a student council at the academy. It’s our work to bring back new pups. You can see me as your recruitment officer, or whatever you humans call it.”

Its only real function was ensuring that every non-human student on campus despised me. To survive, I studied like my life depended on it and fought my way to a full scholarship. Then I met Sarek, my werewolf professor, and he failed my ten-thousand-word paper on recklessness and intellectual shortcomings in werewolf tactics with a bold, blood-red F. His feedback was, “If you know nothing about the true strength of the werewolves, I suggest you drop out and go home to herd sheep.” Herd sheep? I’d never even seen a sheep in my life! My ancestors hunted werewolves!

“Before we moved, I was planning on taking over my uncle’s bar. He had me working there a few nights a week for extra cash, but since we moved here, I have no idea.” “What about school?” Mr. Graycort asked. “Any plans to attend Gayl University?” “Gayl University?” Mrs. Mactire looked intrigued. I decided to show off some of my newfound knowledge. “It’s a university that caters to the unique needs of werewolves. Rayan goes there, and Sarina is planning on attending there in the fall.” Mrs. Mactire began to look excited. “I’ve never heard of it. College was not something the wolves in Boston usually aspired to. I only took a few classes from the community college before I got pregnant, I mean

" Do people still involve themselves in things like that. Like imagine this is kind of weird, a werewolf. I have to say, I have never seen one before. But I have studied a lot about that and I was surprised that werewolves were not among the earliest extinction. Infact they are just natural selections. So tell me, how many have you hunted?" " I was newly shifted into the class. My grades were not good enough for the department I had expected to be in." " And which department is that?" " Universe unification." " Never heard of that," Melissa snarled. " It's actually a new department. It is all about bringing the world together. It is actually a new era of unity. It must sound weird but it doe

I ponder, “they looked about our age now, back then… and that was about seven years ago.” “Don’t they age reeeeeaaallly slowly though?” she replies. “Oh yeah… maybe.” We are both quiet for a moment before Hannah breaks the silence. “Oh well!” she exclaims, “we’ll find out tomorrow I suppose!” I nod in agreement, and we finish our short walk back in silence once more, both surely thinking about what tomorrow will be like. The first day of our last year at United Lands College. Us werewolves attend education until we're twenty years old, owing to all the extra curriculum we have.