Werewolves Books Novels & Stories

I am so glad you are checking out my other works. I have a small series of 2 books and 1 other standalone. If you enjoy reading these werewolf stories then please go check out these books: The Lycan King's Scarred Mate (book 1) The Alpha's Forbidden Lycan (Book 2) Each book follows a different couple, so you can either read them separately or together in order. Also book 1 has both books if you just want to continue to read without switching.

Caged in my own nightmare. I find my way back. By: Zingertje_123 I was always told stories about wolves, but this story was different. It was unknown for me. I never heard of it. The story started with… After the dinosaurs vanished from earth wolves took over the land. The first born wolves were born from the moon and the stars. They were a powerful individual. Some even say they were born out of the ashes of the meteor rain. They were bound by the moon goddess.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

The night in the neighboring village is far from the terror felt by the villagers. In the area ahead of this small village that Eterfinite currently resides, there's a village known for its housing the infamous vicious of sect. This sect is heaven ruling, the Beastly Sect! At this point, a white-robe man with his dazzling appearance appeared out of nowhere. His hair is white, yet his appearances is far from being old. In fact, he will steal every hearts of the women in a single glance. He's young, but this time he wore a mask of dread.

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.

Most of the pack still looked at me like I didn't belong there. But I was that desperate. The room was small and dusty. Shelves lined the walls, filled with old books and rolled-up papers. Everything smelled like leather and age. I started pulling books down, looking for anything about werewolves. About shifting. About why mine kept stopping halfway. The first few books were about pack law and territory disputes. Boring stuff that didn't help. But then I found ones about bloodlines. About different types of wolves. I read about Feral-Bloods like Axel. About Nightborns and Runebinders. About Pureblood Alphas.

Hell, the fucking cunt didn’t even have time to scream before my jaws were clamping down on his throat – crushing it! I ripped it out… Blood sprayed across my face, thick and hot. The warmth of it evaporated as it made contact with the cooler air. And with it came an all too familiar smell, that had my wolf seeing red. They were werewolves! Not rouges, but not our pack either... What the hell?! I spun, not really realizing I’d crashed so hard into the second wolf so hard we’d skittered across the asphalt, leaving behind a bloody trail. Hmm, perhaps sparring daily with an alpha twice my size was finally paying off.

she continued. I didn’t wait for further directions and headed that way. Sara was right. The library was crammed with books so rare that I didn’t even think they existed. I ran my fingers over them and stopped at the supernatural section. Werewolves. The variety of these books was astonishing. A Hidden History or Under the Full Moon. But the one that caught my attention was The Grim Howl.

She dismissed it as justice being served. “Well.. There’s this book my dad had. He used to read it to me when I was little, I still read it now because I like it. It’s about werewolves, just like us, in the ancient times when war and killing were the norms. “There were three new soldiers who were sent to war for the first time. Their commander was very good at setting traps for their enemies and also sneaking up on them when they least expect it. “This time, the only way to win was to sneak up on their victims in their sleep and kill them. Their commander gave each of them strategic points to target.

Most of the books were more ledgers than anything, records of the pack’s history, but there was small section of classic books, some of which appeared to be first editions. Feeling a little excited over the prospect I searched the title, looking at the familiar names, the literary classics, before stopping on a title I had never heard of by an author I didn’t know. I was a big reader I always had been, so it was rare for me to come across an old book that held no recognition whatsoever. With a careful touch I pulled the leather-bound book from the shelf and read through the blurb finding myself amused as I discovered that the book was story of werewolves, apparently written by a human, a fan