Will Stiles Ever Become A Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Last but not least, the omega is the lowest-ranking member of the pack." "Do you understand?" This tender voice pushed me back to my senses. "Yes, I got you!" I interlock my hair behind my ear. “Okay, I am curious about one thing: are all the werewolves of the same kind?" Like, I mean that some vampires are bloodthirsty and feed on humans, and they harm us. "So they are different kinda werewolves present?” I asked while keeping my hands on the table before interlocking with each other. "Look, there are different people in the creatures—be it a vampire or a werewolf, everyone can't be the same way!"

The guards knew that they were at loss but they couldn’t back down and had to engage in a fight to protect their fight even though they knew they were going to die. “Kill them all” Stiles the only one in human form ordered and they pounced on the guards until they were torn limbs from limbs. “Wait” Stiles said noticing danger ahead, he could hear the footsteps of a wolf running towards them and he stood still. In a split second a wolf tried to bite off his head but one of the rogues caught him mid-air and bit it neck instead killing it. It dug it sharp claws into its body and went all the way down until it was completed dead.

"How do you feel?" "Are you okay?" I ignored her question with one of my own. Her eyes shifted to my figure before looking back down on her own and shrugging. "I guess it's better than a mausoleum." My eyes cast downward. "Sorry, bad joke." "Did I hurt you last night?" "No. But...has this happened before?" "When you get to a certain age as a wolf, it's a rite of passage to experience it. I guess kind of like a human's sixteenth birthday or maybe their twenty-first. They do it so we understand what it's like in case we ever encounter it."

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.

she asked, concerned. “It's those spoiled brats,” I winced, feeling the slow metabolism of my werewolf physiology kick in to heal my injury. Being a werewolf had its advantages; I would be healed without a scar, and if I were in a higher rank, it would be faster. “You should learn how to stay away from them,” Stella advised. “I would, if they learned to respect my mom,” I hissed through clenched teeth. Stella's expression softened. “I’m sorry about your mom.”

These forest werewolves were the ones who had taken Stacie’s life, their savagery etched into Claud’s memory like a festering wound. From his hidden vantage point, Claud observed with a cold intensity. He studied the forest werewolves’ movements, noting their numbers-just five in total. They were strong, but Claud knew he was stronger. His transformation into a werewolf had granted him their savage abilities, but tonight he relied solely on his human prowess honed to perfection. Claud’s hands curled into fists as he watched, his elemental powers simmering beneath the surface. He planned his approach meticulously, mapping out his path through the warehouse district. With swift and silent prec

Stacy added in a demeaning tone, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was a difference,” sadly there wasn’t much difference, a Werewolf is created when a Wolf-shifter goes feral, their human side essentially dies leaving the wolf in control and mentally broken, “It’s OK,” Dominic said trying to calm the situation before Stacy tore out the poor girls throat, “It’s a common mistake,” Cassandra smiled warily and led the pair to the office of Gareth Malcomson, known for being a bit of an asshole but usually fair when it came to business,

*giggles* "Scott is the true alpha! He's not that well trained, he doesn't know how to use his power yet!" Courtney said. "He can't shift in a wolf! Derek shifted in full wolf." Carl state proudly "But he is no longer an alpha." Courtney scoff "Stiles is cute." I said joining them, grinning. "Isaac is cute too!" Courtney beamed. "You watch teen wolf?" Carl ask, his eyes shining in excitement. "Yep! And I like Stiles." I grinned

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

" I replied. Alex pulled one corner of his mouth up into a half smile. But his smile didn't look friendly in the slightest. "It's not her fault." Alex repeated my words, He stepped again until he was in front of me. "But she knows. You have two hours to tell me who Dante is, otherwise I will have to interrogate Miss Lance myself." My eyes stared straight ahead, avoiding his gaze. I can't tell him under these circumstances. Not now. If I tell him about Uncle Dante, then Alex will find out about my family. And about his grandfather killing my family. 'Every werewolf removed from the pack becomes a rogue. Rogues have no protection or home. They kill each other and are hunted. Being a rogue is a