Werewolf Words Novels & Stories

Lionel said and the other children with him started dating the same thing. “Touch me, freak! Touch me freak!” “You know what I think? You would go extra miles to prove that your visions are true. I think you killed my aunt, no one believed in your stupid visions, what kind of werewolf trades his wolf for some stupid inconvenience such as visions? Visions are for witches which I think you are.” Lionel said. “Stop it! I’m not a witch, I’m a werewolf, I’m just a late bloomer.” Gregory said.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

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

The sensation of freedom surged through Zara's being as she navigated the park's winding paths and open meadows, her werewolf senses expanding with each stride. They joined the pack, a group of werewolves who gathered beneath the moon's watchful gaze. The pack moved as one, their movements synchronized, their presence a testament to the unity and strength of their species. They communicated through a blend of howls, growls, and body language, their bond unbreakable.

Thoughts ran through her head as she listened to the loud rumbling sound the thunder made. She remembered something, something so dear to her heart, the cruel manner her parents died. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Her father was a strong werewolf, so strong that he could control people's minds just by staring at her, her mother, a witch. She was strong in her own way. A great battle broke out and their survival rested on their shoulders. The responsibility of defending their town Crimo, which was later renamed as New York, fell on them. They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered.

" That would have been true had it been Sophia was not a special born. " The words hit everyone. Special borns were werewolves who possessed double of what others could have . They always had the strength of alphas running through them. " Special born?" Vieira asked. " You mean that bitch is a special born. " Nadia said. " Watch your words, Nadia." Derek growled.

“The entire Pack firmly believes she’s involved with those Darklings. We can’t make any reckless move and draw their suspicions on us- Don’t forget her family is still under house arrest so...” I lose track of the rest of the things he says, the mention of that unsettling word threatening to unleash my anger as I zip back to the forest. ‘Daklings?’ Those degenerates are what the Werewolves would call a Rogue, while we refer to them as Rejects. They’re beings of the underworld and not surface-dwellers as we’ve adapted over the centuries.

In the depth forests far away from the human society they was a area of pack wolves they were called dynasty pack ,this pack was one of the most powerful packs of wolves they were not underestimated mainly because they had strong alphas followed by betas even the omega's knowns as weak and frail were a bit strong in this place you can see strong, beautiful and delicate buildings which didn't lose to buildings of that of humans you can see the werewolves in their human forms,strong, beautiful and handsome this site was busy like a market and everyone was minding their own business that was until a boy about eighteen- nineteen came in the picture.

"I don't know. don't ask me for suggestions. I suck at it." "Why?" "Because I never had friends to hang out with." "What?" "I meant that I moved here not long ago so I'm still adapting to this new environment so I'm still in progress to make friends." "I'm not a past seeker so tell me if you want to talk about something." "Past seeker? what does that mean?" "It's one of the special abilities which werewolves get. It helps us to see through the past of another person." "It sounds sad." "That's a new expression. Everyone says it's cool. what made you say that?"

And I can only be glad that she's telling me much about the Werewolf society. Starting from: they are Werewolves, and that that basically means that they have the figure of a human and at the same time, a presence inside them which is their wolf, and this part of them is basically for them to protect themselves...which makes them a supernatural being, as well. Okay, that's a weird way to start it, but really, I am in the Werewolves territory.