Werewolf Yokai Novels & Stories

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.

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.

AWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO! It was no ordinary howl. It was the voice of that ferocious beast, carrying a pressure far beyond the aura of an Alpha. The Blood Fang werewolves immediately trembled. Some even knelt down involuntarily. Kael's eyes widened. "F-Father. Is that..."

But no—each cry was different, desperate, raw. We turned a corner, and I saw the source. A werewolf—massive, silver-furred, twice the size of Kaid in wolf form was strapped to a tilted metal slab. A thick collar crackled with blue lightning around his neck. Every time he snarled or tried to move, electricity surged through his body. His fur singed. His claws scraped helplessly against the restraints. His eyes met mine—wild, terrified, begging. I swallowed hard. “Kira… what is this?”

That's the kind of person I strive to be, and that's what keeps me fighting, clinging to this fragile thread of life with all that I am. In the encompassing darkness that envelopes my vision, the moon's celestial radiance pierces through, unveiling the divine presence that stands before me. It's as if the moon itself has taken form, radiant and ethereal, with fur that shimmers like stardust, and an aura of maternal warmth that envelops me. This is the Moon Goddess, the legendary figure woven into the tapestry of werewolf folklore. And here she stands, materialized before me, in all her majestic glory.

The pack was cloaked from the world; it was practically impossible to find or track, so how did they manage to get us? “We can worry about that later, now we have company,” Kaiser said, looking off to the horde of werewolves approaching us. The wolves weren't alone; there were some creatures made of pure shadows. This means one of the Elders has umbra magic and the ability to manipulate shadows. Accompanying the Elders army was Yakmesh. My eyes burnt in anger as I spotted him. He was here, that means probably Lucien was here too. I was going to make sure this would be where I would kill them both.

Pi popped a cracker in his mouth as we moved to take our places on the dining table. “Wouldn't know what?” I asked, as Maggie handed me a plate. “There are wild creatures like werewolves, just ten times stronger and beastly, lurking around in the woods. They are on a killing spree, targeting werewolves and vampires,” Oneka hushed like someone would hear us. “What do they look like?” “They are larger than a normal werewolf. One way to distinguish them is their bloody eyes.” “Bloody eyes?” I whispered, my thoughts ran back to the night I was attacked in the forest by the beastly wolf. He had bloody eyes too. Could it be possible?

He was interrupted by the furious Y, "BY A WHAT?" Another terrified werewolf answered from the back of the group, "By some sort of red-eyed flying beast, it looks like a dragon but doesn't look like one, at the same time. It is bigger than any we have ever seen and the creature is-" He was about to continue but a deafening screech, unlike a dragon, tore through the air and was loud enough to reach all corners of the island and even penetrate through sound-proof walls. The werewolf soldiers were shaking to their bones in terror and the one in front referred to the terrifying sound to Y as evidence.

He was right there before we realised he was. My wolf jumped back, trying to get away from him, from the King she had summoned. King Hades of the Underworld. He stood huge and majestic, the biggest wolf I had ever seen. And his dark blood red eyes watched us intensely. My wolf whimpered in fear, trying to run but there was nowhere to hide.. This was the first and only time for as long as I could remember that she was ever afraid. The huge wolf leaned down to where she huddled on the ground and gave her a long sniff. Then I looked up and growled, it was the most intense thing I ever heard. It was a howl of claiming.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.