Will Stiles Ever Become A Werewolf Novels & Stories

I stared at him. "What are you?" Lucian looked at Steele. "Ask your protector." Steele didn't answer. I turned toward him. "Steele." He sighed. "He's not a vampire." "That much I've figured out." "He's a hybrid." Lucian smiled. "Still keeping things simple, I see." "What kind of hybrid?" Steele's expression remained guarded. "One of the rarest kinds." Lucian's eyes flashed crimson for a moment. "I'm a wolf with vampire blood."

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

Kenji mumbled to himself. But then, Maddie was sweating so hard. It seemed like she was having a hard time breathing. Inside her dream: “Mom and Dad?” “Denise! Run!” Her mom screamed and then her head was crushed by that werewolf. ‘Huh? Why am I seeing this scene again? I want to save them!’ Maddie thought. She then ran away but the werewolf jumped in front of her and stopped her from running. Her eyes widened and then she was killed by the werewolf instantly.

The man asked. “Let me think about it. I will let you know after it is confirmed that Zira is dead.” Allie sighed. My eyes widened, and I wanted to run or just get as far away from Allie as possible. Yet, I couldn’t get my feet to move, as Allie and the man continued talking. The more they talked, the more I found out about Allie, Zira, Axton, and everyone else. I knew about them being werewolves, because I was as well, or rather, I would be after I turned eighteen next month.

“If you want to stay in this pack, you’ve got to learn to mind your own business. Don’t go talking about this to anyone, especially Stacey. In case you need to know, I’m the only person on your side right now. Don’t ruin that.” Contrary to what everyone thought, Stacey miller was no average werewolf. Even she didn’t know what she was capable of. In due time, the pack was going to find out who she was.

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.

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.