Werewolf War Novels & Stories

Certainly, Leo quickly returned to his professional mode, painting a serious expression on his face. "So… about the wolves…" He sighed nonchalantly. "There was a big war between vampires and werewolves at the end of the nineteenth century. The casualties were on both sides. Both sides claimed that they had won, but there was no winner. It was the time when the wolves had their king, one Alpha that was above everyone else, King Alpha Fenrir Erdogan. He formed a truce with our King Mael. The rules of the truce say that we cannot kill each other. Heavy punishment awaits those who kill other species, but, of course, there are exceptions. When the vampire crosses the wolves' territory, he might b

Pascal looked at him and snorted coldly "you want me to collaborate with you, that will be a betrayal against the vampires, the vampires have nothing to do with werewolves" Noah shook his head "time has changed, Pascal, we and the werewolves are now one big family" Noah said with a mischievous smile. Pascal sneered "by putting them under your control, what a big family!" Noah chuckled "family do fight, is the game of benefits, it is normal" The two of them became silent "I can't prevent Lava from returning" Pascal snorted coldly "if you want us to be friends, that won't be possible, I won't work with vampires, forget about it"

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

“You won’t. You may hate me, Valerius, but I don’t fear you. I defeated you once, and I’ll do it again.” His eyes narrowed, glowing brighter. “You should fear me. I am king. I am eternal. And you are nothing but a mistake.” I shook my head. “No. I am Luna. I am mate. I am power. And tonight, you’ll learn that I don’t break.” The tension snapped. Valerius raised his blade. “Kill them all!” The vampires roared, charging forward. The war began. The pack surged to meet them. Wolves shifted, claws tearing into the ground, howls echoing through the night. Witches raised their hands, spells flashing, fire bursting along the border.

“The last catalyst wolf, what happened when she caused the war?” “The war started because of her. It wiped out seven packs from history,” Nika said. “It was recorded as one of the most terrible wars in werewolf history. But this generation has been lied to. They were told something else caused it.” Zach’s voice lowered. “Do you mean, the Year of the White Wolves War?” Nika nodded. In that moment, it felt like the world stopped. The most terrible war that ever broke the werewolf world.

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.

I’d hated the feeling of being sidelined. This was the first time I was hearing about this part of the story. It painted everything in such a different light. “So the council wanted to control the werewolf population, so they started a fucking war.” I shook my head, stunned. As Tara might say, “that was a dick move.”

I exclaimed. “Well, anything that has been rebuilt will crumble to the ground if this war happens. Rumors have it that a werewolf was killed on Lycan soil, if that’s true then we’d better get the fucking army ready.” He said and I muttered curses under my breath as we walked into the house. “Those motherfucking idiots! Who wants a fucking war again, huh? Nobody wants to live like scavengers again all because the wolves are fighting again.” I said bitterly.

' Adrik inquired. 'No, I don't know because my father later left his team members and began working for Novikov Consigliers.' Perhaps his team members would have discovered it, but nothing about them is mentioned in this document of my father,' Darwin said, returning to the laptop and scrolling through it again in search of more information. "DAMN!!!" In frustration, Adrik punches the table. 'But my father once said that there was a wizard scientist behind this virus who was preparing his own army of Monstrous to rule over the world, and he was a complete psycho.' Darwin stated this.

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.