Werewolves In True Blood Novels & Stories

He looked at me as if I were a piece of precious diamond at first, but then his expression changed to one of confusion and annoyance. Werewolves mate and produce offspring that will continue their status in their society. Their mate for werewolves is half destiny and soul mate, but it is very rare for werewolves to have the mate of an ordinary human, even among themselves there are levels of status that are strictly maintained by rules that apply to each status. Alpha, beta, and omega. I had quite a headache reading all the info about werewolves and even though I had never known in my life that werewolves were actually real, after meeting Liam, I couldn't help but believe it.

- Greg looked at her, waiting for her to speak. - So you do not drink blood? - She looked at him challenging. - We do, but it is to keep our strength and gifts. Besides, we buy blood supplies and pay for them. We don't kill people to drink their blood. Those are stereotypes, very painful, to be honest. You are supposed to know it the best. Werewolves are considered a beast with no logical thinking. Stubborn, using killing as the solution for everything. Do you find it accurate? - Now, it was Greg's turn to challenge Katherine.

The witches flopped back onto the ground, tired and wheezing. The oldest one—a woman so wrinkled she looked like a skeleton—spoke up, her voice rough as gravel. “I’ve got bad news,” she said. “Werewolves are being killed like chickens these days. A new kind of vampire—strong ones—hunts werewolves as though they lives depends on it.” Another elder, her eyes milky and blind, chimed in. “Ninety of ours are gone. Twenty-three alphas, the rest betas and omegas.”

Added to this, the suspicion of the presence of lycans among the werewolves of the pack kept tormenting him. He then called an important meeting with his betas. The alpha , Kane , a large, imposing werewolf with piercing brown eyes, sat at the head of the long wooden table in the dimly lit meeting room. Around this table, his betas who were faithful and loyal to him, a group usually made up of four werewolves. Except this time, one of the seats was empty.

Lucian got a call from Daniel, Alpha of the red pack, early one morning. They had a rogue attack. The rogues had advanced weapons which had hit some of their highest ranking Betas. Bullets don't work on werewolves unless they were silver. Such bullets were expensive and hard to obtain. The rogues used normal bullets laced with poison. The wolves suffered hours of agony as the poison spread in their bloodstream. They were able to control its spread, but it could be deadly if given in significant quantity.

Knowing that I wouldn’t make it far with my blood loss, I called out for Andrew. “Andrew!” An enormous black wolf, blood matting the front of his fur, charged through the trees. He was followed by a slightly smaller, but still large, brown wolf. The black wolf eyed me, as though assessing my injuries, before turning his attention to Frederick. Frederick tried to run, but the wolves pounced on him before he could escape. I could not get myself to look away as the brown wolf pinned Frederick down and the black wolf took the vampire’s head in his mouth, tearing it from his neck in one swift movement. I did not know that vampires bled red like the rest of us.

When Xavier came back ten minutes later, he had a residue of blood on his chin and sides of his mouth. “You have blood on your chin.” Zande told him and Xavier smirked. “I didn’t release.” He said tying to wipe the blood off but ended up spreading it, Zande looked at him with disgust, werewolves don’t drink blood, they eat food like humans do, yes, they hunt in their wolf forms but drinking blood is not something they usually do. Werebears don’t drink blood at all, their diet has nothing to do with blood.

I think I'm still very sleepy because in the dim light of my room I can see a glint from Alex's slightly glossy eyes, like someone who's about to cry. "Go home to where?" I asked do not understand. "To the house. To our Pack." I blinked my eyes again, this time really looking into his face. Her face was slightly flushed and her eyes looked heavy and glazed. My nose smells a foreign scent that rarely smells from him. "Are you drunk?" I whispered in disbelief. As I recall, werewolves rarely get drunk because their metabolism is faster than humans. "What?" he replied in a voice that, although drunk, still sounded very clear.

Zayden stepped in front of Kaelira, his hackles rising, a wall of midnight muscle shielding her from the crimson gaze. “Mine,” the thought vibrated through the air, projected from Zayden with the force of a physical blow. The red-eyed wolf threw back his head and let out a laugh—a sound that was half-human, half-beast, and entirely chilling. “Not for long, Alpha. The Blood Moon is thirsty.” The red wolf lunged. Kaelira screamed—or tried to. The sound that came out was a high-pitched, desperate yelp. She sat bolt upright in bed, her chest heaving, her nightshirt drenched in cold sweat. The morning light was gray and dismal, filtering through the curtains of her dorm room.

He shifted his eyes, and scanned the other werewolves with cold disinterest, then his red eyes fixed on my father. "I heard you were making deals with my second in command. What is it?" His voice was dark, smooth, absolutely filled with authority. I was still in disbelief. Eva, are you sure? Yes, he is our mate. He smells heavenly, and the magnetic pull confirms it, she said grumpily. I knew she wasn't happy about it either. Our mate was a vampire, and not just any vampire, but the king himself. Damn it. I tried to control myself, not to gawk at him. Dad stepped forward.