Werewolves Supernatural Novels & Stories

WEREWOLF A werewolf or lycanthrope is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction. -Wikipedia Werewolf usually lives in packs. The pack will be organized by some wolves that are stronger or have more superior abilities than the others. There will be Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Hunter, Sentinel, Elder, Scout, Guardian, Omega, and Pup. But, in this story, not all of the wolf rank will be mentioned.

Courtship and breeding principles must be observed or be cast out, even (again) slaughtered. Next Werewolves find Vampires to be abominations against Nature. They operate as true wolves, relying on sight and hearing, especially upon scent. Vampires are corpses possessing a spirit, their bodies held in abeyance of decay - BUT Werewolves can smell the rot. Some humans have a psychic scent ability, being able to smell certain aspects of emotions in others, even smelling insanity in another.

She slashes the werewolf's face, leaving three wounds on his cheek. Vampires have always been vile creatures, feeding on human blood for their survival. Some use their strength to kill others, some to take advantage of the weak. Their only weakness is sunlight, and they take pleasure in seeing bloodshed. They were the cause of that battle sixteen years ago and because of that battle, werewolves in this world expected their numbers to deteriorate. This is what Chris has always been told. But of course, he rarely visits the supernatural council meetings. He only ever goes to the Alpha gatherings at the werewolf castle—one of the remnants of Nycthopia.

"That is all." Isla shrugged her pretty shoulders. "Of course, we warn you not to attempt to battle any member of The Wolfpack. Our agreement has been renegotiated to forbid violence between Werewolves and Neratomay…although there are no such agreements between the other Supernaturals. The Neratomay have located very interesting Supernaturals. Some consider them delicacies, but I have yet to indulge." "What other Supernaturals?" I asked. Isla's black eyes seemed to twinkle. "Fairies, pixies, a dark elf, and of course, your run-of-the-mill witches and wizards."

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

James POV. The world has changed once, then changed again, and when everyone thought this is the final shape of the world, it changed yet again. Supernatural are a thing, everyone expected that, they could blame the aliens all they want, but it's the supernatural who ruled this world, they were in charge and humans just had to believe it and live with their new reality. Werewolves are not that different from humans, they got their beliefs in an end and in soulmates, they also got a bad one, bad apples, they are called rogues, wolves who couldn't stay in charge of their wolf side, wolves who gave up to a feral state.

Nina,short for Nicolina just turned eighteen in the month of the full moon.Although,considering the fact that she'd get to finally see her wolf form and get to know her mate,she wasn't happy. The vampires and werewolves lived together in harmony ages past until a werewolf and a vampire violated the code and everything was ruined. They were at serious war that not only claimed the lives of many of them but that of Nina's mother also-the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack,her father being the Alpha.

"Would you happen to believe that nature holds the absolute power?" On my left, emissary Mason spoke with such astonishment. I stifled a smile. "I do believe so." If I recall correctly, werewolves have an undeniable connection to celestial bodies, particularly the moon, and vampires tend to become incredibly active during the night. I could see the correlation between these supernatural creatures and their affinity for celestial influences. Besides, this world has magic in it. "I am never tired of seeing this grandeur every time I was sent to accompany the Westerners to the East,"

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

The sensation of freedom surged through Zara's being as she navigated the park's winding paths and open meadows, her werewolf senses expanding with each stride. They joined the pack, a group of werewolves who gathered beneath the moon's watchful gaze. The pack moved as one, their movements synchronized, their presence a testament to the unity and strength of their species. They communicated through a blend of howls, growls, and body language, their bond unbreakable.