Werewolf X Human Novels & Stories

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

This means no vampire should be allowed to drink from her. Scott had also seen flashes of things and places. Some were his memories, the others were a jumble of things that didn't make any sense. After he had calmed down, Lucas had told him the bond-breaking had allowed his memories to merge with that of the human. With how much he loathed humans, he had felt a little compassion for the human girl.

He had no son to send off to war for pride after the werewolves took over. There are only two ways for humans to gain respect by werewolves, being a werewolf doctor or dying on the battlefield beside them. Only human men are allowed in their wars. Jane glares back at me as if this is a game, balling her taloned fists at me and flashing her gleaming fangs with a hiss. She seems more like a snake than a werewolf. “Humans are not useless! You must apologize for all your bullying and mistreatment today!” I yell at her as I ball my fists at her and mentally prepare to fight her.

A transformational moment had arrived, promising an end to the savagery that had defined their existence for so long. In the crowd, Rhea, a fierce and headstrong werewolf, added her voice, "We've heard enough of violence. It's time to change our ways. Let's protect the humans, not harm them. We are not our past; we can be better." Elton felt a surge of hope as more werewolves voiced their agreement. It was a moment of collective determination to work towards peace. There was a promise not to harm humans, to coexist, and to evolve from the vicious legacy left by King Rico. It was a pivotal juncture, one with the potential to reshape the relationship between humans and werewolves in Omaha.

His stern voice jolts all the surrounding werewolves into a battle stance. The human's body had turned into a vast and terrifying wolf. Rula seemed to be drowning in a sea of dashing and gigantic werewolves. "Protect Melisam, Luna," Xabar said. "It's mean ... you've protected the Therians." Rula had no other choice. When she looked around, all the werewolves had bared their fangs and claws, declaring war on their pack. Rula quickly escaped as Xabar transformed into a giant werewolf.

Their leader, a wise and formidable figure named Viktor, agreed to share his insights. "Our battles are intertwined, werewolves and vampires," Viktor explained, his voice rich with centuries of wisdom. "The humans seek dominance over all supernatural beings. It is only by standing together that we can hope to prevail." His words resonated deeply within me. The realization that our fight transcended the boundaries of our own kind fueled a newfound determination. We forged alliances with the vampires, witches, and other supernatural communities, forming a formidable coalition against the human group. But with each step closer to the final confrontation, the stakes grew higher. The human group'

Maxion said, facepalming his self. “I'll have to agree with you there.” I replied. “A good number of these slaves were people we captured from opposing werewolf packs or people who committed heinous crimes so they should be happy I didn't kill them.” “Exactly what we were saying earlier.” Chief Dara said. “Give them a little and watch them work all over you.” I nodded in agreement while watching their supposed leader talking to some people beside him. “Who is that man?” I asked. “Um…I really do not know?” Chief Dara replied.

This time, at me. A midnight black wolf colliding with him made him lose his balance and his weapon. Xander ripped into him and I took the chance to kick the gun away. The other guy in his human form was hurrying to shift but he was not fast enough. Xander tore his friend’s head off and pounced on him mid-shift. It took so long yet time passed in the twinkle of an eye. Then we were surrounded by corpses of mutilated wolves.

Aleister had never seen a werewolf of this size before, and with its spotless white fur and tall stature, it represented the last member of the legendary line of Ilgara. Her metamorphosis is completely complete and she is able to roar like a wolf with pointed ears and a thick, fluffy white tail. She started howling like a wolf on the night of the full moon, and that meant one thing. She will kill the sheep and eat its flesh raw. Aleister backed away without realizing, but stopped as soon as his eyes met hers. She was a completely different person at this moment, one who would not hesitate for a flash to tear him apart. And to fulfill his meditations, she rushed at high speed to pounce on Ale

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.