Wolf Demi-human Novels & Stories

The Lycanthrope are free to do as they choose as long as it's not harmful to the Moroi way of life. Dhampir, the half-vampire-human hybrid, possess superhuman abilities, also: agility, speed, strength, endurance, and senses. They, too, are quick to heal, but not as fast at Moroi, and have slightly-less-than-perfect night vision. They can't shapeshift or fly. They don't possess fangs but sunlight don't affect them, but they seem to enjoy it. If you ask me, they really got the short end of the stick, especially when you take into account that they spend most of their lives protecting the Moroi, but they choose to.

When he got sick, I said to fuck with Aiden's rules and took care of him, not as much as I want or he needed, instead, I had to pull back, until today. Today is the day I show him that he's wrong, there's no going back anymore, he's ours now, or he'll be ours as soon as he shifts back to his human form and we can have a chat together. White wolves are omega, omega belongs to the alphas, they are our babies, and it's our job to take good care of them.

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”

Burhan whispered to Aryadi's wolf form. Aryadi growled and muttered his answer using his mind. “That's what makes Hugo called the Cursed, Burhan. He obtained the form of an immortal being fraudulently and in an unusual manner, which was extremely improper. Then the form he could be even more terrifying than it should be. Burhan's head chuckled. “Before that … who was he in the first place?” Aryadi growled again. “Human. He's just an ordinary human … with a mind as mad as a real devil.”

The demons that besieged the martial artist of the Human Clan had already changed back to their original forms. They were Blood Wolves at the Demon Prince level. Their red eyes stared greedily at the martial artist and the village. Their next attack would be enough to kill the martial artist of the Human Clan.

Alpha Altan, ignoring Vladimir's words, looked at Zeta Eli in surprise at his question because, as far as he could remember, he hadn't mentioned it in front of anyone. Howl Wolf Vladimir has black hair and hazel brown eyes. His eyes are the most striking feature: golden irises, flecks of hazel brown embedded in his pupils. His nose is also very prominent, as are his chin and jawline - His wolf persona was a gift to him from the Goddess. "Your body smells like a vampire," he said, pouring some green-colored liquid into a bowl which the Alpha Altan finished in one breath. Today, I feel very strange about that dickhead," Alpha Altan said as he placed the cup back on the table.

Not having a wolf, I couldn't distinguish between our kind and humans as I also lacked all the other benefits, such as a heightened sense of smell, night vision, and an extraordinary immune system. "Sit, please," a woman who looked to be in her late twenties with curly, black hair and whom I'd come to know as Helena, said to me, gesturing at a chair. She'd never been particularly friendly, even after knowing her for nine months now. I took a seat, leaving a chair empty next to a couple that was really into PDA, turning away from them.

Devon wondered and at the same time she looks at Cassadie. “Yes sir, there were four. And I don’t know if you’ll believe this but they are vampires.” Yomiel replied seriously. “Vampires?” Devon frowned. “Yes sir. This lady with me right now is a vampire hunter. Cassadie, please.” Yomiel looked at her. Somehow, Cassadie felt confident. She stood up and pulled out a tablet on her pocket. “Sir, I am a downworlder hunter, not just a vampire. From an organization that hunts creatures that harms humans. Here is my evidence that they were vampires. We, hunters have cameras on our amulet.” She pointed on the jewel in the middle of her collarbones.

I say, leaning back in my chair. The Dominican Ice Wolves were unlike any other creatures. Their wolves were enormous—six times stronger than even our royal werewolves. Their human forms were so alluring and seductive that they could captivate anyone who laid eyes on them. Their speed was unmatched. Their senses; sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste, and reasoning, were three times sharper than those of normal werewolves. People believe they are deadly because once they get angry or provoked, destruction lingers in the air.

She would lead her people and unite the kingdom. Now nobody knows when that will occur. But it’s also being said that once a Faulkner mates with a Dame, they will produce the next Damel. She would carry with her the power of the last Ralia; she would share light with her pack, and they would harness their powers. But she never came. “But Dad, there are no werewolves, witches, or anything. Witchcraft is banned here,” I said. “Son, the dames have been mutated into a strong species of wolves called the white wolves. They are the strongest. We just have wolves who carry their genes. You know, it is said that in the whole of Lycanthropy, there was just one,” he said.