Wof As Humans Novels & Stories

Wolves have a slower aging rate that allows them to live up to four hundred years. The human doesn't know about the Isles of Kairos but we know about them. It is very rare for wolves to seek the human world because they consider humans to be inferior to them. It shows how Wolves who can't shift are treated. A wolfless person is treated like a second-class citizen, they are mostly the bitches of the pack, the butt joke, and a dumb ground for everyone. They are even treated worse than an omega which is the lowest rank, though most of them are mostly omegas.

And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city. In line with the barcode, Nicholas' werewolf life depends on his accomplished humanitarian missions. In addition to the curse, he was obliged to do good things in return for a minute extension of his life on earth. The more human lives he could save, the more minutes he could get. That was one of the reasons he traveled to a few countries to survive. On the other side of the story, the more hours he wasted, the earlier he perished as the new generation of wolves was befallen into a system where payments made for werewolves to buy their essentials, leisu

Favian hated having to get out to carry the jeep over those muddy holes, but Richard envied how easily his secretary could lift jeeps with his lean body while he had to remain like a liability inside the jeep despite his rock hard muscles. They said that werewolves and humans were similar, but Richard knew it was merely talking. A few hundred years ago, they might have been similar when humans could literally lift a few tonnes and scale rocky mountains without ropes and harnesses. Those humans were well acclimated to the ways of origin who ate, drank and breathed everything enhanced by origin energy. Those raised in origin rich environments could even speak to the origin and channel their en

Meanwhile , Ozouf and Osiris came down to earth in the mortal world, they were trying to get themselves settled in the human world keeping the fact hidden that they had been descended direct from the heavens. People were quite suspicious back then, when it was a time nearly 12000 years back. Since, Ozouf was a werewolf , he had a natural life span. Although he possessed numerous powers which were sufficient to make him immortal , yet he wasn’t . He had some weaknesses like wolfsbane, gold and some other petty things, but he wasn’t bothered by anything since he had nothing to fear of.

You were the descendants of the brave heroes who fought against us. He frowns after seeing my imperturbable look. “What? It doesn’t piss you off at all?” I lower my head, my legs raise, drawing them closer into a fetal position. “I don’t really care.” Having been born in the era where humans only cared on their own, we always have this one mantra in our heads—survival of the fittest and the weak are nothing but a nuisance in facing the adversities of life. Meanwhile, the wolf looks flabbergasted at my nonchalance and I can’t blame him. Wolves are now on the top of the hierarchy, they couldn’t sympathize with the humans living across the border.

"So, what happened a thousand years ago that could probably concern us?" "Ohalo used to be inhabited by several creatures, not just humans. Werewolves, Werecoyotes, Shadow-spirits, Vampires. In harmony. Well, in strained harmony. "The other creatures thought humans were weaklings, inferior to them. Some of them believed that humans were meant to be preyed upon. To stop this from happening, and to foster a peaceful community, a council of rulers were elected. Five representatives, one from each clan. The heads were the protector of their clans, and they worked together to ensure harmony. The spiritually powerful humans in Ohalo at the time were the witches. The wizardry family. The oldest wit

He needed to take action before any more humans were injured or killed. 500 years ago, there was an agreement between humans and werewolves that no humans would cross werewolf territories, and no werewolves would cross human territories. However, now this agreement seemed to be in danger due to the Vanara Pack, a group of werewolves who believed they were superior to humans and should be able to roam freely through human territories.

After all, he had sacrificed a part of himself, a part of his strength for me. A wolf when they turn a human must give part of their essence, their soul to the human. It’s why there were so few first-generation wolves still on the earth. During the Great War, several of them turned as many humans as they could for the fight that either they were too weak to defend themselves or there was nothing left of them.

he said, as his face changed from a joyous one to a sad face “There was a time when the humans ruled over the werewolves they controlled everything in all the kingdoms, the werewolves had limited resources and they could only strife and survived if they bow to the humans, hence the reason why cities like Del and Karak were also beautiful. But every progress comes with a price and the price the werewolves had to pay was 40 per cent of whatever profit they made” “Wow, that is much” Amelia said “Do not interrupt, your father” Her mother cautioned

It had all started with the pact. Years ago, when Orin’s father and the elders of the clan had voted to align themselves with the humans, they had believed it to be the only way to ensure they survived. Humans had encroached on their territory years before, and the supernatural beings had slowly been pushed back further into the wilderness. The humans grew powerful, and the wolves had only the thin gruel of a truce, a tenuous understanding.