Werewolf Words Novels & Stories

Nina,short for Nicolina just turned eighteen in the month of the full moon.Although,considering the fact that she'd get to finally see her wolf form and get to know her mate,she wasn't happy. The vampires and werewolves lived together in harmony ages past until a werewolf and a vampire violated the code and everything was ruined. They were at serious war that not only claimed the lives of many of them but that of Nina's mother also-the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack,her father being the Alpha.

The others immediately joined her, ecstatic and joyous with what had happened that day. "...... definitely deserved what she got" Ira's voice trailed off. "Your eyes were bleeding and so was your nose, and I was like 'oh no, the turn is happening to her and she doesn't know what to do' apparently everyone was thinking the same thing and that was why we told you to breath" said Rega. "Oh yes. I faintly remember that happening. What does 'the turn' mean? I asked. "It is an intense state a wolf gets with her counterpart, say the human side of you. It is when you get so blended and joined and your powers truly become one. When that happens, it is called the turn" said Ira as I nodded.

They were confident and composed, while I was a jittery mess, trying to remember everything I had learned in the past few days. One girl was asked, "Who was the first werewolf to ever exist?" She answered, "Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, the king of Arcadia." Her answer was met with nods of approval from the council and the other competitors. Another girl was asked, "What are the three forms that werewolves can take?" She confidently answered, "The human form, the wolf form, and the hybrid form." The council nodded in agreement, and I could feel my stomach churning with nerves.

We forge documents, I grow my hair like hippies, and you, on the contrary, shave it off. - What-o-o? - I already choked on the air, coughed, - Damn you, Lyoshka! - No, - he jumped up and dodged my hand, but it's a pity that his bad head just wanted to crack, - Damn it with people, werewolves have naraki. - What's the difference! - she jumped up, opened and immediately closed her mouth, realizing that he was taking the conversation in the other direction. - Maximum until mid-spring.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

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.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.

" But I never hated you." "Never?" "Never. In fact...thank you...for saving me." I leaned into him, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. We were silent again. My body rested in his, my curves fitting perfectly into his sculpted ones. I was so curious about his kind and he was right there. "So you're a werewolf?" I began, my tone nonchalant. "Sort of. I am what they Volk." "Volk?" "Its another language. The Old Language...ancient really but the word itself has both Russian and German roots. It means a deadly wolf person. Volk are related to werewolves, believed to be their ancestors."

I pleaded, and he nodded his head gently in understanding. “You are not out of mind. Moreover, you are very right child, my boys are different. Have you ever heard of the word lycanthrope?” he asked, looking at me expectantly and I shook my head, motioning that the word means nothing to me. “it’s a Greek mythical creature most commonly know in modern times as the werewolf” he explained with all determination and if he didn’t have a façade of all seriousness on his face, I would assume he was mocking me.