Wof As Humans Novels & Stories

In all of her journey, she hasn’t met a human in her whole life. Humans are, unlike werewolves and vampires, very fragile creatures. Their lifespan is merely a hundred years, and they don’t possess special abilities to help them survive. But the desperation for survival pushed these puny creatures into creating weapons to defend themselves. Traps, bows and arrows, and houses, the humans originally made them. And with the collaborative relationship of the two races against the common enemies, they exchange information with one another. Werewolves worship the moon, while humans worship the sun.

Lucas Lucas Gray could not concentrate on his history class. He had just found his mate. His wolf had sensed her immediately he entered the class and it had leaped for excitement. It was magical. He had been told what it felt like when a wolf finds its mate but experiencing it himself was a whole different matter. His parents were going to be so glad when they heard this, he thought to himself. But there was only one problem. He couldn't smell any wolf on her. Wasn't she a werewolf? Or was she a latent submissive? But he knew that wasn't the case. He would be able to smell her even if she was latent. Also, everything he said seemed to surprise her like she had never heard such terms being us

“ What you are saying…” “ …is hard to believe. ” He cuts me off. “ I know. It’s hard to believe I know, but humans started this war even before we ever did. They always attacked the weak. They always took the children. Experimented on them. Dissected them. Killed them. Dumped their bodies for animals to pick on. ” Wolf’s eyes flash black, his jaw tightening to the point it feels like his bone is going to pop any moment. A lump gets struck in my throat and the urge to defend humans raises its head in my heart.

The metal clasped around the werewolf's neck, compelling it to revert to human form or risk being choked. Aria could go on about her father's inventions. There was the apostle, the crucifier, the soul keeper, the penance, and much more. Fighting the werewolfs had been a terrifying war. Their ability to transform, control fire, fly, and much more had made the humans helpless against them.

“But it’s real. You’re real. All of this… the packs, the wars… it actually happened?” Arlo nodded slowly, his gaze steady. “Yes. The wars were real. There was a time when humans and werewolves lived in constant conflict, fighting for territory and survival. But that was a long time ago. Now, most werewolves live in peace, keeping to ourselves, protecting our lands while staying hidden from humans.”

Some humans don't know that we exist, the ones that did basically hated us. Long ago, us wolves ruled the city, but when the Santa Clara family came in, the humans took over the city in a way we would never forget. They found our weakness's; silver and wolfsbane and then they exiled us. We started off as a small pack of 20 and years later, we grew vastly.

Olivia POV I’d seen humans before, though never more than two at the same time. At first glance, they’d seemed like wolves in their skin, then at second glance, they’d clearly been neither alpha, beta, nor omega, which sometimes did happen with wolves. Usually, when a pup was born without a secondary gender, they were raised with care and then were asked—and only asked, not forced—to choose their orientation. Almost always, ungendered wolves opted to live as betas. When I saw my first human, that had been my assumption, and I’d told Mother so. She’d laughed then and explained the mason she’d brought in for repairs to the keep temple was a human male.

Ariel's POV ❤ In the year 2200, it was an era where werewolves ruled over humans. Fifty years ago, overnight, humans became slaves to the werewolves. My name is Ariel, a human, and we became the lowest class in society within our designated areas - even lower than the Omegas, treated as slaves and playthings. If we showed even a hint of defiance, we would be taken away for punishment. When I was ten years old, I witnessed a human who merely touched a werewolf's clothing get dragged into the town square, where a werewolf impaled his heart with their claws.

I started to open my story and glanced over to see him continuing to stare at me as if waiting for me to continue “However, every life has different obstacles and difficulties” “Is it hard to be human?” I nodded “Just like pack life, humans have their own levels” He furrowed his brows “Levels?” I nodded “Like an Alpha in a Pack, they have a president in each country and their own pyramid levels” “I see” “But it’s harder to be human because to enter a certain level they need to work hard and just like us, werewolves, there are humans who are also good and bad, so I think it’s the same life here and there” I continued speaking and not for a second did Titus interrupt my words and I smiled back

I mutter. This can't be happening. My entire life I've always said I don't care who my mate is as long as she's not human. I didn't really care about having a mate at all. I mostly just want help with the pack. All of that lovey dovey shit isn't really me. I mean yeah I wouldn't mind having a built in sex buddy and I'll need an heir eventually, but I'm not about to snuggle and tell the girl I love her.