Werewolf War Novels & Stories

The moonlight pack had infiltrated into their pack and there was no hiding place for anyone. “Kill everyone, from the old to the young, even sulking pups, kill them all.” Alpha Jasper yelled from where he stood. At his command, his army doubled their attack, taking down three at all times as they continued moving further into the pack, the blades of their swords shimmering under the bright sunlight. It was a war that was going to make waves in the history of werewolves for generations to come. Apart from punishing Alpha Noah for crossing his boundary, Alpha Jasper was using the war as a medium to send words out to his enemies to keep them on their toes lest they wanted to take what belonged

His wolf patience lay ahead in great need to find Elizabeth. He ran into the woods, and there he might need to feed, and if he wanted to know what happened, he needed to see the healer. Eve, the legendary human. She had ears and eyes everywhere, and he needed information. Years ago, they fought the First Werewolf War between the North and the South because of boundary conflicts and the ambitious expansionism of both hostile packs. The war ended with the signing of the treaty. During the war, both packs struggled to keep their land.

“It may have been speculation, more or less, and even if it were true, no one knows what happened to them. But, it was enough to inspire some to go against the vampires. There was a lot of chaos back then, but eventually the vampires regained their control, and the werewolves that fought back were either killed, enslaved again, or are waiting in the shadows.” Ben could see Nico’s pained expression, as if he was saying sorry for the sins that his people had committed. He could almost feel himself tear up as well. He held his friend’s hands to bring comfort somehow. As much as he didn’t like it when other people got physically hurt, he also disliked seeing them in emotional turmoil. Nico could

Their reign of terror had begun, and the world trembled in fear. The heart of the forest pulsed with a palpable tension, the aftermath of the recent clash between the seven major werewolf clans and the three members of the Supreme God Destroyers, a rogue faction that sought to dominate all lycanthropes. The battle had been fierce, leaving a trail of wounded and fallen on both sides. Amidst the chaos, the two alpheno werewolves, the supreme god wielder of the werewolf race, had been captured by the Supreme God Destroyers, their fate hanging in the balance.

“I have been in the wolven continent far longer than you and all I can say is they have been waiting for this time. They bought time by agreeing a faux tranquility brought by the presence of the umbrella called the Werewolf Committee, but in reality, they were preparing for a war. It is their answer after the power of the Moon Goddess in decline happened.” “We have to defend the wolven race against foreign invaders and traitors, huh.” The corners of the mysterious’ lips stretched to a sinister grin. The three swiftly stood side by side. And together, the ancient pact between loyal warriors was active again after years of waiting. Their eyes gleamed at each other – one thought running in thei

Occasionally fighting a war and,if you’re me, winning them. We’re all animals. And because us werewolves accept that, we choose not to weaponise our wars. Instead we largely agree to meet at a designated place; intimidate the hell out of the enemy, fight a bit, kill a few, catch even more and then sell them to slave markets to cover the costs of war. It more often than not works fine for me. When that doesn’t work, we sneak a stealth attack on the enemy pack and capture or kill their alpha, taking over their pack in the process.

It's been centuries since the Werewolves and Vampires were nemesis. It began in, well it's actually an unknown year to make an exact guess. Since no one of the current living knew they had to either keep researching or just mark their own date of the year that started it all. June nineteenth. The Werewolves Head Council Leader and the Vampires Head Council Leader called a War Council meeting with all Council members. "Now, we are going to set a date for the war. If anyone disagrees with anything signal in the usual way. As a reminder all you need to do is raise either hands until called upon. At that point, you can speak your mind. Everyone understands? Everyone agree?" Stated the Head Coun

I told myself over and over again until my heart rate slowly returned to normal and she could no longer hear the wind blowing outside. I returned my gaze to the book I was reading. It was the historical account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone knew it, ended. In 2100, the third largest war in human history took place. But that is not between two countries or groups of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That was right, vampires and werewolves.

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

The war was properly balanced on each side, with no one eager to give up so soon as they fought on for hours without any sign of weakness or coming to an end soon. The war continued amidst the chaos, cries, and whimpers that filled the air. Young and seasoned werewolf warriors slugged it out, showcasing their unlike skills and personal drive. Some were fighting for the sake of the pack and the effect defeat would have on their family’s name, while others were fueled by personal vendettas, like revenge and payback, and others by the allure of what gaining power would turn out to be.