Werewolves True Blood Novels & Stories

Alpha Dylan Lewis, the head Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, was a cruel Alpha in werewolves' history. He was a very strong and dominant man, nobody could ever imagine how much power he held. He alone was enough to demolish any pack if he wanted. He was a true blood after all. Trueblood was a very rare creature. They had much more strength than any other Alpha had. Their wolves' sizes were double than any normal Alpha wolf. They had this much powerful aura that nobody could compare.

She rallied her vampire allies, leading them in a counter-attack against the werewolf pack. The circle of bloodshed and destruction expanded, consuming all in its path. Lives were lost, the ground soaked with the blood of both werewolves and vampires. The air crackled with power and despair, the once-beautiful landscape now scarred by the ravages of war. Amareux, torn between his loyalty to his pack and his love for Arayah, found himself caught in the crossfire. He fought alongside his werewolf brethren, hoping to quell the violence and bring an end to the cycle of vengeance. But with every strike, every fallen comrade, the weight of betrayal bore down upon him.

Werewolves have rapid healing abilities which are quite useful especially in cases like these. Although if one was dead, those healing abilities were useless. There were limits they could go. I dabbed continually until she was clean from all the blood she had lost. She hummed and stirred slowly, her eyebrows knitted together as she winced. She must be going through a lot of pain. I panicked as I grabbed her hands and held her closely, “I'm right here Sarah, I'm right here,” I said in a whisper, my voice croaking at the end as I had screamed my lungs out back in the forest.

All the wolves, including Alpha Altan, stared at him for a moment. "These rogue wolves had marks of vampire fangs on their necks, and after death, the color of their blood had turned white." "So there will be a vampire. It could be Dark Shadow Coven's Moroi Ace Denzell or Grave Risen Coven's Strigoi Ace Christ who attacked the rogue wolves last night and declared war," Beta Osiris said. At Beta Osiris's revelation, the window rang loudly, as if someone from outside was eavesdropping.

Derrick “Mr. Wolfsborne,” Zahra’s school secretary called behind me. “Zahra,” she pointed to the little girl she had brought from her class. “Deweek?” Zahra’s brows knitted together in confusion as she reviewed me from my messy hair, to my bandaged cheek, and down to the box of chocolate I was holding. But to my disappointment, she wasn’t exactly infatuated by the chocolate. Her eyes bored holes into my bandaged arm, courtesy of Rowan. History has always proven that Northern werewolves are stronger and wilder than the Southern werewolves. And last night, I fucked around and found out.

‘Looks like I will have to leave—’ I shriek behind the duct tape when a large werewolf suddenly lunges forward and tackles Freddy to the ground. It’s white and luscious, and I immediately recognize it as Wesley. And he isn’t alone—a black wolf helps him seize Freddy by biting his leg, and I know it’s Lucas thanks to the mate bond. Both werewolves growl at the hybrid, and Freddy laughs despite the situation he is in. “Alpha Wesley and Gamma Lucas, fancy meeting you two again. Have you been well?”

She could feel the same connection she felt with Callan buzzing inside of her. Callan looked deep in thought as he stared into the distance. He was glad that they had finally found their mate. But he wished it would have been at a better time. They were currently at war with the rogues. Rogues are werewolves who were kicked out of packs and lost their human side making them grow feral. the second most vicious pack in the world, the dark moon pack being the first. They were also being constantly attacked by vampires. The Drengr coven. The coven of vampires. They were known to be the most ruthless vampire coven in the east coast of Romania.

Everything was alive, layered, overwhelming. How is this possible? she thought, panic and awe warring within her. “The Trueblood Alpha's command only works on wolves… am I… a wolf?”

Then- "You still there?" "I’m here,” Dron replies, voice quieter now. "Just trying to process this soap opera of a nightmare. So let me get this straight: You, a vampire who’s never believed in the whole ‘mate’ crap are suddenly bond-tied to a girl who doesn’t know she’s supernatural, and oh, by the way, she’s also bonded to a werewolf?" "Yeah. That about sums it up." "Arc…" he groans. "You live in a CW show."

He says with a smile and similar blue eyes. "Hayley, what do you know aboute Werewolves?" Viola says, and I frown at her. "Werewolves?" I say, and she nods. "Uhm, they are humans who change into Wolves at a particular period of time, they can change by will, some, I guess. I don't know much about them." "What if I told you they are real?" Da -- Alpha says, and I sit upright. "What?" "This might seem like a lot, but Werewolves are real, and you are one." Viola says, and I laugh.