Werewolves Germany Novels & Stories

I lost my world. I woke up in a room with cement everything; walls, floors, and even a cement door. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something spinning around. I looked up and saw a camera facing in my direction, I felt like I was in jail. Maybe I should have listened to Jake, it was too late. In great frustration, I started to punch holes in the cement wall. Unfortunately, none of them were deep enough to escape me from this hell. As I was hitting the wall like my own punching bag I heard a loud bang and scream. I listen closely and hear howls, Werewolves. This night really couldn’t have gotten any worse. XXX

So she shouldn’t have taken it at all. But… she had it. He could’ve gotten it back at any time, but he was honestly hoping she’d find something. In all of the research he’d done, the Germans had apparently never tried to save a person who’d been turned into a werewolf. They’d always just killed them. The French, on the other hand, might be more merciful. He didn’t know that the French were necessarily known for being more loving, but he had come across several instances in the German books where a person capable of shifting had been infected, and they’d been torn asunder the next day.

This is what Aidan told him, “There are four packs of wolves that rule the whole country of North America. The Kalte Augen Pack, Garcia Pack, Jadong Neugdae Pack and the Tacita Mortes Pack…” Throughout the Millennium these packs had made a pact of unity and became powerful standing as one that it had solidified its place in the country. They had made a system in order to be organized and keep themselves safe from human’s prying eyes. The Kalte Augen Pack translating from German as Cold Eyes Pack are descendants of German wolf shifters and distant relatives of the Jadong Neugdae Pack.

Some didn't, so I needed to sound as human as possible while I was talking to them. Every wolf was in a rage, so it was a hard time to keep control for everyone. Sometimes, it could happen that we use a very unnaturally loud voice. That sounded more like a howl. Everyone here missed Ellen, which was clear on their faces. The sadness came through the excitement of the search. Since we were with ten wolves, I hoped we could pick up her scent. Everyone was done unpacking, and we could start. I gave them all a letter. The wolves stayed apart from the humans for their safety. You never know that a wolf lost control over a human. Werewolves also had strict rules not to change in front of humans.

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

On the 5th, the 6th month, the year 1234, there was a great war in the state of Asix, precisely in the city of Mane. That involves at least five groups (nations) that drop each other and take revenge in each district. A dracula nation that is indeed the archenemy of the werewolf nation, with great ambition to finish off those who have made the war more raging in rob, bear, and twenty other districts. At the same time, hunters were targeting them—dracula and werewolves—in those conflict areas.

Clap, clap, clap! Mortis emerged from the shadows, his expression oozing smug satisfaction. His every clap seemed to command attention, and the chaos around us stilled. Beside him, Hera stood clad in a maid's uniform, a bizarre contrast to the five werewolves in military attire flanking them. The insignia of Geisterfell gleamed on their uniforms, marking them as members of the Pack Alpha’s elite guard. The Geisterfell wolves parted like water, clearing a path for Mortis as he approached. Some kicked at the frenzied wolves from Caden’s pack, forcing them back and creating a protective barrier around their leader.

The sensation of freedom surged through Zara's being as she navigated the park's winding paths and open meadows, her werewolf senses expanding with each stride. They joined the pack, a group of werewolves who gathered beneath the moon's watchful gaze. The pack moved as one, their movements synchronized, their presence a testament to the unity and strength of their species. They communicated through a blend of howls, growls, and body language, their bond unbreakable.

"To be able to bring meaningful change, I need to understand all sides of the issue. Right now, I only know the narrative propagated by us… by my side." I can tell he wasn't expecting that. His dark brows shoot up his forehead in surprise. The surprise is gradually replaced by respect. Knowing he respects me makes me giddy with happiness and gives me the courage I need to have this difficult conversation. He shrugs, and starts telling the story that's been passed down from generation to generation in his pack. "You already know that Werewolves aren't native Altairian inhabitants." I nod. "We have always been told the Cursed Ones… sorry… the Werewolves gained entry into Altair by deceitful me

He might be the only recognized monarch of this werewolf kingdom, but he was not above criticism, especially now that the princess of Germany was mated to his son. The rule of the kingdom was much like a sword and had a very small distance between holding the hilt and facing the blade. The werewolf kingdom of Germany was well known to be the most rigorous in their rule and having their princess in their midst would mean that they would have a keen eye on the kingdom she is mated into.