Werewolves Story Novels & Stories

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

that I snapped back to reality. I paused my movements and looked up at him. His eyes were filled with innocence and confusion, which warmed my heart. "Oh, are you wanting to ask me something about dogs?" I ventured gently. Neil nodded slightly. "Yeah..." I knew this moment would eventually come. Taking a deep breath, I summoned my courage. "Neil, have you ever heard of werewolves?" He furrowed his brow. "I don't know." "Werewolves are creatures that can shift between human and wolf forms. In this world, there are many beings that exist beyond what science can explain," I explained patiently.

With a brutal swipe of its claws, the larger wolf sent the rogue sprawling across the ground, its body leaving a trail of blood. The rogue scrambled to get up, but the larger wolf was relentless, delivering a crushing blow that sent the rogue skidding backward. The rogue’s growls turned into whimpers, its body trembling in fear as it attempted to retreat. With one last defiant snarl, the rogue wolf turned and bolted, disappearing into the shadows from which it had come. Lily's eyes widened in disbelief as the wolf's form began to shrink, its powerful limbs retracting. She stepped back slightly, feeling the earth beneath her feet as the wolf shrank, revealing not just a man, but someone she k

“The bond wouldn’t have been as strong for your gran because they never mated. I’m not saying it would have been easy, but it would have been easier to deal with and manage” “George was the love of my life. Yes, I loved your gramps, but it was a different kind of love. We we’re torn apart therefore we never got the chance to form our bond”. “How did you find out about werewolves?”. “He told me”. She smiled. “You didn’t freak out?”. I frowned. She shook her head. “There’s always been rumours and old wife’s tales about werewolves being real and sighted here in town. The first thing I asked him to do was show me and he did”.

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.

“For those who don’t already know, I did not banish him from this pack. My half-brother was banished by his mother’s pack.” “I think a werewolf can survive all on his own as long as the Moon and its Goddess guides us,” Alexander cut in, his voice and tone darker than his black hair. Azriel continued telling his story but I didn’t listen. I just focused on my meal and my seatmate, the Rogue. I studied him more seriously than before. My wolf howled and growled, more restless than she’d been days ago. But her howl...they were not panicked or hurt. They were joyous, celebrating.

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."

Total silence reigned among the werewolves. “Three of our pack members were killed by vampires just yesterday.” Gasps filled the air at Cameron's words, they began murmuring to themselves. “They were said to have gone to the human's city and didn't return on time.” “B-but, Alphas—” A guy nervously interjected with a raise of his hand. The Alphas attention snapped to him and he almost shrunk to the ground but he resisted. “We can't continue living in fear of vampires and rogues killing us and our families. We need to do something to stop them from terrorizing us! We want to be free to go anywhere and not constantly live in fear of not coming back alive! Am I right?” He asked the rest of the g

But one night, Kref taught the girl so much that the sky seemed like a sheepskin. Lesana still remembered how the werewolves rushed to the convoy. Flakes of foam flew from wet fangs, jaws clattered. The werewolves jumped on the guards, tried to break through to the people. It was winter with severe frosts. The creatures were starving and lost their fear. And then another one of the wagons - a brainless bastard - scratched his hand at a halt and didn’t tell anyone, wrapped it in a rag, it seems like a trifling wound, it didn’t even ooze. Yes, only blood lured those who love it.

He fought with every last ounce of strength he had, determined to uncover the secret of their power and bring it to light. And in the end, it was his bravery and determination that saved him. As the moon reached its zenith, he drew upon the ancient magic of the forest, calling forth a power beyond his wildest dreams. With a fierce cry, he unleashed the full force of his rage and fury, tearing through the werewolf pack and leaving nothing behind but a trail of destruction. In the aftermath of the battle, Ewan emerged victorious, his body battered but his spirit unbroken. He had uncovered the dark secrets of the werewolf pack and lived to tell the tale - a tale of mystery and danger that would