Werewolves Stories Novels & Stories

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!

There were werewolves. Scientists still have not been able to solve the mystery of the appearance of werewolves. Just know that since primitive times there were werewolves. They are mutants born without any rules in the human race. At the time in the past, it was the representative of the devil. The werewolves will be killed or driven out of the clan herd. The struggles, invasion, and domination between werewolves and humans take place for thousands of years. Werewolves have always existed and intermingled in the species world people. But by the time of hot weapons, when world war broke out, everything was different. Werewolves show their remarkable difference in mind and body matter. Since

Alice trudged through the dense forest, her heart heavy with the weight of rejection and more with humiliation and shame. The Dauntless pack, the only home she had ever known, was now far behind her, and she was searching for a new beginning. She had always known that she was different from the other werewolves in the pack. While they trained and honed their strength, she spent her days buried in books and learning all she could about the world around her. Even though she was top of her class, No one ever reckoned her for her excellence in the area of knowledge,

“The guy I met last weekend — umm, what's his name again? Barry or maybe Larry, shit I can’t remember his name, but he just didn't do it for me—Maybe I just need to meet the right guy.” AWOOOO! A loud howl ripped through the silent night, startling the girls. The werewolf was pissed, how dare this Barry or Larry touched her. How dare he sampled what rightfully belonged to him. He told himself if he ever got his paws on this filthy guy, his head would roll, literally. It howled again, louder this time. “What the hell was that?” Katherine asked as she grabbed onto her friend.

His hand reaches to tuck a loose strand from my face. “I- Well, the gold eyes. Whenever your wolf’s eyes show, it must mean that your wolf is triggered,” I ask more than I say. I thought that was how it worked. Perhaps I have read too many W*****d stories. “Yeah, something like that. How are you so observant?” he asks, leaning back on the bed. I scoff with a slight smile. Years and years of werewolf stories, alright mate. “I don’t know,” I lie with a shrug. I notice his eyes changing and I shoot closer to him. “See, right there. For what was that?”

It's a sign that you want to see me. - I like talking to you and learning things from you. Like how to kiss. Lucifron smiled, but he had a different plan for that day, now that he knew it wasn't a dream. - Do you like stories? – Lucifron asks. - I don't know. I do not remember. - Do you want to hear one? - What's the story about? – Gary asks, again. - About a werewolf and his mate. - What is a werewolf? – asks Gary curiously.

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

I remember begging him for a story when he came in to tuck me in almost every night. The book was filled with lots of short stories, all of them about werewolves. I flipped to my favorite one, Little Red Riding Hood. It was about a young she-wolf who was taking her grandmother some food goods. Her grandmother lived in the forest oddly enough, instead of a pack where the little girl lived. When she got to her grandmother’s house and knocked on the door, a male-wolf answered the door. As soon as their eyes met, her wolf recognized him as her mate. It turned out that her grandmother had gotten hurt while out and the wolf had found her in distress, carried her home, and tended to her wound

The elders, their fur grizzled and eyes reflective with the wisdom of countless moonlit nights, gathered in a sacred clearing where ancestral tales were etched into the very soil they tread. As the echoes of the prophecy reached the werewolf pack, a hushed murmur rolled through the assembled wolves, a ripple of unease that traveled through their furred ranks. Memories of a bygone era, a time when a werewolf heir had dared to love a vampire, resurfaced like ghosts from the past. The consequences had been dire, leading to a near-extinction of their pack.

They believed we were cursed, all because of a stupid curse story among werewolves-- There was once a wolfless girl. The whole pack hated her. She disobeys her alpha, and brings misfortune. On a new moon night, the girl was dragged into the woods by a wolf. Suddenly he saw fangs grow out of her mouth as her body covered in furs! She stabbed those fangs into his neck, and ripped his heart out with her claw! She was banished by the pack. "Willa! You have been telling pups the cursed story again, haven't you?" An annoying voice rose behind me when I was about to enter the woods where granny's cabin was.