Will Stiles Ever Become A Werewolf Novels & Stories

She pondered over this with Jonas by her side, but even he couldn't explain the elusive sensation. "Maybe it's just a matter of time," Jonas suggested, running a comforting hand along Chloe's back. "Becoming a werewolf is a significant transformation, and it can take time for all aspects of your nature to harmonize." Chloe nodded, wanting to believe his words, but the restlessness persisted. She couldn't help but wonder if there was more to her identity than just being a werewolf. Olivia, with her ancient knowledge, might hold the key to unlocking this mystery.

His only trusted weapon was fear. That is why so many of them would look up to Stacy, although he was short, old and he was not even a werewolf. But he had respect for them and it worked like a reflection in the mirror - they respected him as well. Which didn’t mean that they didn’t have some fun with him from time to time. However not then - their pack had never suffered so much loss before. “Sir!”, one of the werewolves growled at Stacy with his eyes fired. “That chic shifted. We can find her blood. It tastes insane!”

He said. “I don't think so.” Adriana responded. “You saw their faces, were those the faces of people who hate their alpha?” She asked. “Well, no.” Alpha Tristan responded with a helpless smile. “Exactly!” Adriana exclaimed. “That's because they respect you.” She said. “What if there are werewolves who hate me secretly?” He asked as they arrived at Alpha Tristan's mansion. “They can only hate you secretly because they know almost everyone loves you.” She replied. “And what's stopping them from leaving the pack if they hate you?” She asked. “Nothing!” She replied.

Complacency equals death. Milos is a tall, handsome, young man, a full-blooded werewolf. His father, Stocles, is the head of the Conscientious wolf pack, and of course, he is a man of war. He has known war all his life, and he only married Milos’ mother so he could procreate and keep the bloodline running. Stocles begins to take Milos hunting right from the time the latter is five and has since taught him all he needs to know about war. The Rogues have been successfully controlled by Stocles, and he wants to keep it this way. Thus, he equips his son with adequate knowledge to lead and protect the pack, and Milos, a valiant young man, learns obediently under his father’s rigorous tutelage.

He looked like a man who had walked through hell. He was frozen, his mouth slightly open as he stared at me with the same shock I felt. I walked toward him, my legs trembling. I didn't care that my coworkers were watching. I didn't care that people were whispering. I stopped a foot away from him, my hands shaking. "Stiles..." my voice was a broken whisper. My wolf was losing its mind. It was dancing, celebrating, claiming him. I felt the thread. It wasn't a soul bond anymore. It was a mate bond. Thick, glowing, and unbreakable.

" I HAVE PAID MY DUES. TELL YOUR PATHETIC SON TO SORT OUT THIS MESS. DO NOT DARE ME ALEXIA." Alexia gulped in real fear as his hand closed in on her throat. She couldn't command him to stop. She could feel her life force slipping away gradually, as she panicked. Where the hell did everyone go? Where is Stiles? " Let my mother go," Stiles growled. Alden barely turned, his wolf flinched at the disrespectful tone. His human was the calmer person, he wasn't so unforgiving and with the full moon approaching, he was antsy.

Horror was written all over her face when she spoke in a low and trembling voice, “The feared Ceo of the best fashion industry is really a werewolf?” ••• Stiles woke up with a migraine that quickly went away immediately he shook his head sideways. Shortly the memories of everything that happened came rushing in. Letting out a grunt, his eyes changed color to bright red. His wolf was at it again and he hissed loudly trying to keep it calm. However his wolf refused and spat angrily instead *Do you have any idea of what will happen next when a human finds out about our secret?* “I know and I will take care of the issue. Don't worry about it.” Stiles replied to his wolf calmly.

I don’t mind getting him killed if he oversteps his boundaries or knows too many things he shouldn’t know. My eyes drifted to the bottle on my side, and its contents were halfway down. I drank up the little content in the cup and poured more into it. I drank it up, poured more drink, and within minutes, I was done with the bottle. It didn’t seem like I’d taken anything. It was just a bottle, and it can't make me drunk. Werewolves do not get drunk easily, unless they consume a very big quantity of alcohol. I found another bottle lying on the shelf and went to get it too.

I didn't turn and that meant I was human. It was a surprise because that situation was rare. Even though my mother was human, werewolf genes were superior to that of men, so a werewolf always gave birth to a werewolf, but here I was a human amongst wolves, literally. It worsened my situation and everything got worse. My life, however, changed when Throgan came into my life. An heir to a growing business whom I met at one of the few parties I was allowed to attend.

He was human again, but he looked broken. "I told you," he gasped, his voice a broken glass rasp. "I told you to stay away." "I saw you," Kaelira said, her voice stronger than she felt. She walked toward him, ignoring the instinct that told her to run miles in the opposite direction. "I saw all of it. The wolves. The shifting. The... the pack." Zayden looked up at her, his face pale and etched with a terrifying vulnerability. "Then you know what I am. You know I'm a monster."