Werewolf X Vampire Novels & Stories

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

“This is Kalyssa Carran. She’s a new member of our Pack.” “It’s a pleasure,” I said, not questioning the fact that she was still human. I assumed that they might have been intending for her to go through the Ceremony of Making, where she would be bitten and turned into a werewolf, claimed by the Pack. Werewolves were a lot like vampires: they could be made or born. When a vampire and a human had a child, the baby was a dhampir. However, when two werewolves had a child, the baby is born fully werewolf, which was what Elias was. I wasn’t sure about Xander, but it wasn’t my business.

He is most probably tearing down the entire city right now looking for me. He shrugs, then crosses his arms and puts a hand to his lips. “He probably is, and I am counting on it. However, I am sure you’ve heard of a werewolf’s scratch being lethal to vampires, yes?” Westcott continues as if I didn’t just speak.

Arayah returned to the Werewolf kingdom, her heart heavy with the weight of her decisions. The once fierce rivalry between werewolves and vampires had been replaced by an uneasy coexistence. The vampires, now a part of the kingdom, were provided with all the necessities for their survival, their presence a constant reminder of the fragile peace they sought.

Simultaneously, a werewolf with a muscular body and bright red eyes emerged. "Rondolf!" His deep baritone filled the room. Rondolf drew Rula up and hid her behind his broad back. "Rula, stay behind me." Rula was trembling furiously. "What do you want, Xar?" Rondolf eyed him observantly. "You shouldn't have come here." Xar is a werewolf of the Rongue type. Half of his soul has been possessed by a demon from the failure of the red moon cycle. Cruelty and brutality were the reason the herd avoided this Rongue.

Then she began to speak. “Vampires do not have venom that can kill werewolves, you know. It is the other way around, and I do not understand why people assume wolves are weaker. Vampires are just faster.” We all stared at her as if she were speaking some kind of foreign language. “In simple terms, werewolf bites kill vampires, and vampires can only drain blood from werewolves.” When she said this, I felt dumb for a moment. How was I realizing this now? Or was she trying to make me feel better? What can I say? My parents have avoided this side of me like a disease, and no one thought me anything about it.

Alex chuckled lightly at my curiosity, gently brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s different,” He explained. “Werewolves are born with a soul bond, destined to find their other half. Vampires, on the other hand, don’t have that kind of predestined connection. Their bonds are more… intentional” I tilted my head, intrigued. “Intentional? How does that work?” His voice was thoughtful as he explained.

"Everyone knows vampires and werewolves hate each other. They would never team up to kill a human… It can only be done by someone who's both a vampire and a werewolf!" I swallowed hard again, watching them gossip about Ixora's words. "Someone who's a vampire and a werewolf? Really, Ixora? Does that even make sense to you? How can one be a werewolf and a vampire at the same time?" Darian asked. "Can you think of something then?!" she shot back at him.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

The one-legged gray wolf ran fast in the snow, the faint smell of blood from his amputee leg almost instantly evoked the appetite of the nearly three-meter-long Demon. The new monster wandered into this dense forest from another place, encountered heavy snow, did not eat for ten days, and was about to lose its reason. In its inherent memory, gray wolf meat is difficult to eat, dry and acrid, not easy to digest. But in the eyes of the monster, the smell of this gray wolf's blood, seemed to be mixed with the breath of the Demon race. It was the scent of the bloodline of the Demon race combined with the scent of the wolf. Maybe he was the child born between a demon and a werewolf?