Werewolves Story Novels & Stories

And in the werewolf kingdom, being the strongest was power. A smirk immediately came onto Axel`s face as he recalled a time when some traitor rogues had ganged up to kill him. He had freely let his wolf take over, only to wake up covered in the blood of his enemies with all of them dead. That was the world of the rogues, either you killed or you would be killed.

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.

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

Allison and Tyler. “Ew,” I spit out before I can catch myself. Jake laughs at my reaction, holding the door open for me. “It is actually a natural thing among the packs. They do not care whether they are caught or heard. It is the way of nature,” Jake says with a tone of sarcasm. I enter the cabin, still disgusted at what Jake said. I do not care if it is natural, there is still mutual respect and human decency. Perhaps werewolves do not have the latter.

The drama that was playing on the stage was about the little boy who , a special born who killed his mother, the Luna of the pack. " I hope we are following." Ruckus said, eyeing Derek. He smiled. It was obvious Derek was getting uncomfortable. " The story is about a young special born wolf who took the life of his own mother. " " That's strange." Alpha of the blood river pack said. " Quite sad. The boy mus be a curse to the pack." Ruckus giggled. " I bet he is. Someone like that gas to be a monster that will keep killing without stopping. " He eyed Derek.

The whispers among the wolves grew louder, tales of disappearances and strange occurrences reaching Amelia's ears. One evening, as the pack gathered around the campfire, a wounded wolf stumbled into their midst. The wolf's fur was matted with blood, and fear flickered in its eyes. Amelia rushed to its side, her heart pounding. "What happened? Who did this to you?" she demanded. The wounded wolf gasped for breath, struggling to speak. "The Hunters... They're coming. They seek to eradicate all werewolves... It's a trap." Amelia's blood ran cold. The Hunters. The ancient order of humans who despised and hunted werewolves. They were relentless, driven by their conviction to eliminate what they s

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 pushed him for more answers, “Well, because we don’t kill humans. At least we’re not meant to. The Meļņasirds do. If there’s money in it for them, they’ll kill anything” “What do you mean you don’t kill humans?” I asked with a jeer. I've been told hundreds of stories about the savage wolves that tore their way through towns, slaughtering innocent women and children. I've been shown pictures and videos of the aftermath. I know that Weres kill humans ruthlessly. It's been drummed into me for as long as I can remember. Werewolves are killers, uncontrollable animals that thirst for blood.

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

I begin before Andrew interrupts. “Can you just give the short details?” He groans from the chair across the room, but Lyra shoots him a death glare and he shuts his mouth. “ONCE UPON A TIME,” I yell loudly, “there was a werewolf and a witch. The werewolf was one of the strongest Alpha’s in the world and his pack was feared above all other packs. The witch was tall, beautiful, and very powerful.”