Werewolves Stories Novels & Stories

I hate stories that start with that," I complained. It was more like I was bored of it. This was the exact way my grandmother would start her stories, and for hours they wouldn't end. "Okay! How about this?" She clears her throat. "A long time ago." "That sounds better." She sighs at me and continues.. "The werewolves and Lycans once lived in the same territory. Although with different pack leaders. They did things together and even are mated to each other." I was surprised. It feels like I am watching television at the moment; her words got power and became alive. I could see them! ..

He paused, and brushed the hair behind my ear, "how about a story my mother told me?" I nodded against his chest and he told me the story of the Moon Goddess, someone he explained was sacred to werewolves. I wasn't sure about how the story started, I thought he was trying to put me to sleep, not terrify me, but it ended up being lovely. He painted werewolves in such a different light, a version where they weren't like any of the horror films I had watched. They were like us but had the ability to shift forms, they were loyal and had some kind of hierarchy based on bloodlines and strength. He said there used to be a royal bloodline, and descendants from that bloodline became the leaders of d

“I wonder what happened to Edvana that night.” He gave her a sad look. “She died before Zorraya could return with the physician. They said she lost the will to live because her mate was dead.” “How do you know all these?” “Like me, my family has been pretty curious about our werewolf ancestry, so they did quite some digging and found these stories of the past that have been passed down verbally from generation to generation.” “We should have our history properly documented, I think,” she said passionately. “It could be hidden as a work of fiction, but only we werewolves would know for sure that it is true.”

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

‘She is the first and only who saw them’ I responded, gulping down the part of Willow, doesn’t need to bombard him with blowing things happened in the pack in matter of couple of weeks. ‘You’re white wolf, right?’ after a moment of pause he asked and we both nodded. He is old, maybe he knew something about white wolf. ‘White wolves are very powerful its just that they have to know about their powers and how to use them’ I and Lilith’s eyes connected, it was the biggest issue for us to solve other than rogues and witches but we’re getting no help from anywhere. ‘Do you know about them and their powers?’ I asked hopefully and he shook his head and then groaned; I was startled.

There has to be something. I look at my watch, I have been busy in the library for 5 hours and still came up short. There is absolutely nothing in the history of werewolves about severed mate bonds. How is this even possible? I'm reading book after book, but nothing. I searched through the whole library. I'm hoping Derric and Victor have a better chance of finding something. I walk into Derric's office with a sour mood. Derric and Victor are both waiting for me.

Still, he managed to overpower every true blood vampire he ever met. How not, when he was the creation of the vampire king himself? When Tristan was young, he used to live in a tribe that was located near a cursed werewolves' pack. Matter of fact, the cursed wolves are one of the most dangerous packs that lived since they're known for losing control whenever they shift. You can expect the worst when it's a red moon. Those wolves change from humans to killing machines that cannot control themselves. Well, in one of the biggest massacres that were witnessed by the world, his entire tribe was killed, and he witnessed the death of his relative by wolves.

Alex opened his eyes, even though it was only lit by the light from the moon coming in through my bedroom window I could still see the color of his eyes. "What are they doing?" "Ah ... Werewolves are creatures that need a pack, just like a pack. And sometimes not having a pack can make the werewolf a little frustrated to the point of going crazy, rogues often attack pack members, even injure them. They are dangerous, Cara. Sometimes they even form herd of fellow rogues to attack the pack." Alex yawned as he finished explaining it to me, his face looking very tired. "Oh ... " I replied while yawning, "I have to go to school tomorrow, I guess I should continue my sleep."

I'd spent most of the night awake unable to sleep, despite taking pain killers that were meant to make my sleep peaceful, my laptop hidden under the blankets while Damon slept peacefully beside me, oblivious to my silent panic. I'd researched wolves—real wolves, mythological wolves, werewolf legends from every culture I could find. And the more I read, the worse it got. Wolves were predators. Pack animals that hunted together, that protected their territory viciously, that saw humans as either threats or prey. The folklore was even more disturbing—stories of werewolves luring humans into false security before revealing their true nature, of rituals requiring human sacrifice, of creatures tha

And in the next minute, he tore off their faces, blood dripping down from his mouth. “Arggh!!” Dad yelled in pain, as two more werewolves jumped on his back, bringing him down to a knee. But even the two of them weren't enough to take down an Alpha! He gathered strength and returnex back to his two feet. But in a flash two more werewolves took two deadly swipes at his knee, swiping him off his feet. And then they swarmed him! Coming from all directions, wolves pounced on him, some take swipes with their sharp claws, some landing heavy punches to his abdomen.