Will Stiles Ever Become A Werewolf Novels & Stories

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."

Mister Wolfords asked questions and Jelca answered him as much as she could. “How about you, Miss Stewart, won't you ask me about things? Am I not an interesting man in your eyes?” “It is not like that, Mister Wolfords. I-I would rather answer any questions than raise one,” she said. “I see. But at least, ask me anything,” Mister Wolfords challenged her. She bit her lower lip. She leaned back slightly and she stared at the man's dazzling eyes. “Do you somehow believe about werewolves?” she asked from nowhere.

The fire and control still burned in his eyes, but the beast he had become was utterly lethal. The black wolf hesitated for half a second. That was just enough time for Elias to hit. He moved with horrific speed, striking the wolf aside and sinking his teeth into its shoulder. The creature howled in pain, writhing beneath Elias’s grip. The other wolves took a step back. They feared him. Sophie’s heart slammed against her ribs. Elias wasn’t just another werewolf. He was their Alpha. The black wolf snarled, wrenching free, and dashed into the darkness. The others followed almost without hesitation, disappearing like ghosts into the trees.

Violet's gaze met Lily's, her eyes brimming with curiosity and a longing for understanding. "I've come seeking guidance, Lily. Wisdom that only you can offer," Violet began, her voice a blend of vulnerability and determination. "These pregnancy symptoms... they've taken me by surprise, and I fear I'm ill-prepared for what lies ahead." Lily smiled warmly, her voice laced with kindness. "My dear child, werewolf pregnancy is a transformative journey that intertwines the forces of nature with your own essence. Let me share with you the knowledge passed down through generations."

I scream. Cole turns into his wolf Stefan. After the pain has gone, I look down to see that I have paws. “Hello Stella, I am Eve your wolf it is nice to meet you,” a voice says. “Woah are you really my wolf?” I ask. “Yes, I am sorry we don’t have much time to talk there is danger coming.” She tells me. Smoke and fire fill the air just beyond the woods. They are here! I try to change back to my human form, but I can’t. “How can I become human again?” I yell to Cole. “You won’t till sunrise on your first shift,” he answers.

Growing up We were told stories of strong werewolf packs up and down the East Coast. We were told about the legendary alphas who led those packs in the Were War. We were told scary stories of what those alphas would do to us if we got out of line. No one in the small pack where we are from grew up ever doubting the validity of Cullen Steiner the alpha of the Good Ole Boys Pack in SouthWest Georgia. He was known for his deed name Baptized by Fire.

Was he as cold and rude as Greyson was? He's the same. Greyson is an alpha. Alphas wolves are...well, themselves. So...Greyson's wolf is...Greyson? Yeah. When a werewolf is born, they will either unite with their wolves and create one being...thus becoming an alpha, or they will create two personalities. Most werewolves fall into that category. Huh. So...if I hadn't blocked you as much as I did, we might've been an alpha? Maybe. There's no way of knowing now.